I'm back, bee-otches! It's Missy! Don't flame or hate or I will murder you. :) Seriously, hurt my friends story and I will bash you. Really.

Anyways, what's rocking with you peeps? I'm filling in again for Sammy, and you got nothing to say about it. She's busy with school starting up again in a few days, and that darn girl be fixated on preparation. I don't really care. School's overrated anyway. As long as I get a grade better than a C-, I'm happy. A's don't matter to me. So I'm filling in, but you might be disappointed.

This is not a real chapter. More of a one-shot into Foxpaw's view. I love him. Did you know he's based off my old red tomcat, Foxy? Sammy used to have a white cat too. And guess what? She had blue eyes that had cataracts. AND, she was hit by a car and only had three legs. Sound familiar? Well, guess what? Her name was Tiny.

This story is actually dedicated to her memory. Tiny passed away in her sleep after giving birth to three kittens. It was her first litter, and Tiny was just too small and weak to survive. Two were grey tabbies, while the third was a red female with a white chest and paws. And blue eyes. Know who the father was? That's right-Foxy.

The grey tabbies sold. But the red one stayed. Sammy has her a personal companion today. Her name is Russie-short for Russetfeather.

So now you know how this story came to be.

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Foxpaw's P.O.V.

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Tinypaw was infuriating. One minute, she's beat up and I'm saving her like a cat in shining pelt fur, and then the next she's rattling about me spying and almost killing her. And NOW, just after I'm exiled by my Clan for supposed betrayl, she shows up as drunk and wobbly as a badger with three legs on tree sap.

"She-cats," I mumble as I stare into the river. The same river I had pulled Tinypaw out of hours ago. "I'll never understand them."

A memory comes to mind of me and Cloudykit a few moons back-

Cloudykit was looking at me with those big wide eyes of hers, now filled with excitement.

"Foxkit, I have an idea," she was gabbering. "We should play Rock and Stone. I heard the Elder's talking about it. We take a rock, and then find one very similar, mix them up, and then one cat has to tell the other which one is the first rock that was picked up. It's fun. Play with me?"

We were standing just outside the Nursery. And younger me couldn't resist the adorableness of Cloudykit, so, naturally, I agreed. It sounded fun.

"Okay," Cloudykit was mewling. I'll find a rock, and then show you, and then get another, and you have to guess which one is the right one."

I was nodding. I would do anything she asked me. ANYTHING. She was my best friend. My constant companion. I loved her.

"S-Sure," I said. Cloudykit smile sweetly and began to search the ground. "Anything you want..."

"Here!" she said a moment later. A hard, shiney object was placed in front of me. "I'll find one like it, and you then have to remember which is which."

But then the supposed "rock" twitched. And then it moved!

"Acck!" I yelped. The black thing was coming towards me. "Cloudykit!"

The silver she-cat turned just in time for the creature to turn and latch onto her tiny tail. I cried out when she began to scream, and moments later we were both running around hysterical, Cloudykit nearly in tears, and Dawnlight, a plump Queen and Cloudykit mother, was hushing us and tugging gently at Cloudykit tail. Eventually, the black creature came off with a tuft of tail fur.

"That, Dear kittens, is a leech beatle. You got a big one. Where did you find him?" Dawnlight asked after.

I went to speak, but Cloudykit jumped up. "-was Foxkit! H-He found it! Made me play this stupid game and got me hurt!"

I gaped at her in shock. "W-What?"

Dawnlight was frowning at me. A few other Warrior's were staring. I couldn't even speak. Cloudykit had just lied about me right in front of me, just to get me in trouble!?

"Foxkit, go find your Mother. I believe she's nursing Racekit. Go." Dawnlight mewed. I turned, but not before giving an angry, hurt glare at Cloudykit, who was sobbing and looking at the ground.

I thought she was my friend. How could she?

I'd never understand she-cats.

I remember Cloudykit later coming to me and apologizing, but she never confessed to Dawnlight and I still got in trouble. Moons later, we had made up, right after she comforted me when Racepaw, my older brother, died from blackcough, but it was never the same. I realised I wanted to become a healer, not a fighter, and that my "love" for Cloudykit had just been an innocent crush. Nothing more. We split up, and I'd heard she'd been going around with all the other toms in our Clan. This broke us up more, though to this day Cloudy still crushed on me. She'd told me so. Told me she loved me. And I had pushed her away.

"Stupid feelings," I mutter. I was still sitting by the river. "We would all be better off without them."

The, a sudden rustle behind me had me turning in fright, only to come face to face with a giggling Tinypaw.

"So," she giggled. "I'm bored. Want to hunt?"

Too startled to utter a word, I just nodded, eyes wide.

Yep. I'd never understand she-cats.

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