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Chapter 2

Faithkit lay inside the nursery, paws in front of him. His kinked tail stuck out behind him like a misshapen paintbrush. As he lay there, letting the pale, leaf-bare sun warm his back, he watched the she-cats pad around camp, working hard, their paws busy.

A group of apprentices passed by him. "Hi, Faithkit," they all said together. He stared up at them with large, bulbous black eyes that unequally suited his face.

His mother, Auburnwhisker came and sat down beside him. "Enjoying the little bit of sun, Faithkit?" She asked him, wrapping her auburn tail around his bony body.

"It's nice," He said in a high, squawky voice.

"It's a nice life, too," She said, "But there are problems with it."

"What problems?" He asked innocently.

"Just weeks before you were born, all the male cats in possibly the world were killed by an incurable disease."

Faithkit felt a rush of fear. "Do I have the disease, mother?" He asked worriedly, small brow creasing.

Auburnwhisker laughed lightly. "Of course not, Faithkit. We think the disease is gone. It probably killed itself out, killing so many cats it killed them too soon for the disease to truly grow. That's not the worry, though. The worry is that there are no toms to mate with."

"That is a worry," Faithkit said. He felt Auburnwhisker freeze beside him, as if he had missed something in the conversation.

"Except one," Auburnwhisker said, "There is one tom only. You."

"Now that is a good thing," Faithkit said.

"Uh...well, yes! Yes of course! It will be your duty to bring the species back by mating with as many she-cats as possible."

"Why would I want to mate with she-cats?" He asked, as if it were something as simple as tomorrow's weather.

"Unfortunately, wanting doesn't come into it, dear Faithkit," Auburnwhisker said. "You have too, or we will all die out."

"That doesn't seem fair!" Faithkit got angrily to his feet and stomped away, deeper into the nursery. Auburnwhisker smiled. He'd learn soon. And if not that, he'd want to start mating with all the she-cats.

...unfaithful...

"Today is a very special day," Brightstar said, seated atop the Highledge. "It is the day that the only tom in our Clan becomes an apprentice, a significant time because we have no other toms here. My decision is to let Faithkit be mentored by all the warriors in our Clan, so they can be like a collective mentor making sure that Faithkit survives. From now on, this special cat will be known as Faithpaw. We are to train him as many."

The Clans let out a cheer, and as he stepped down from the Highledge. Everyone stated pushing in around him, and Faithpaw felt suddenly overwhelmed by all the she-cat energy. He tried to pull away, but he was blocked for the most part. Finally he ducked down and dashed away.

Duskpaw and Sunpaw, the two sisters joined him as he made his way over to the fresh-kill pile.

"So, Faithpaw," Sunpaw asked, grabbing a rabbit from the pile and jerking it around. "What do you think of being an apprentice?"
"It's ok, I guess," He said, then added, "But I've only been an apprentice for three minutes now."

"That's true," Sunpaw said, "Here, come and join us in eating!"

"Um...alright." He quickly chose a couple of mice and ducked after the two she-cats.

"Sit between us!" They half-commanded, scooting over to give him room. He plopped down. A little later they were joined by Silverpaw.

"Go away!" Duskpaw snarled at her, "You aren't welcome in this meal."

"Who said I wasn't?" Silverpaw hissed. She turned to Faithpaw, batting her eyes and smiling. "You want me here, don't you Faithpaw?"

He could feel the she-cat energy pressing in again, so he stood up and just walked away, abandoning his mice. He heard some disappointed hisses from behind him.

The apprentices den was cool and nearly empty, a refreshing relief from the she-cats. Faithpaw was tired enough to sleep, so he lay down and soon the icy warmth gripped his, carrying him away to silence.

...unfaithful...

Faithpaw was awakened just the slightest amount by someone whispering. He angled his ears in the direction that the speakers were, trying to catch what they were saying.

"I'm sorry but he can't mate with you Duskpaw, because if mated with both me and you our kits couldn't breed cause it'd be inbreeding! I mean because were sisters!" Faithpaw could recognize Sunpaw's voice.

"Out kits don't have to mate together," Duskpaw snarled, "Plus it'd be in inbreeding anyway because they'd have the same father--Faithpaw."

"The father doesn't matter," Sunpaw hissed, "Remember? Our parents had the same dad but we're fine! But we can't both mate because then our kits would be related to much! So I'm sorry but Faithpaw can only mate with me and not you."

"Well why can't he just mate with me and not YOU?" Duskpaw snarled back. "What makes you so special?"

"He likes me better and I'm prettier," Sunpaw hissed to her sister.

"You are not prettier!"

A new voice joined the argument; Faithpaw could smell Silverpaw.

"You guys actually think he'll mate with you freaks? I'm the pretty one he likes and he will mate with me! In fact, he'll probably give me like seven litters because he likes me so much! So shut up!"

"You are fighting way to much," Said someone else. It was Earthpaw. "I'm that calm one who doesn't always pester him. Faithpaw will be my mate."

At that moment, Faithpaw saw some of the other warriors getting up. His pelt was already burning with anger at the she-cats talk, the way they were treating him like an object, a piece of prey to fight over. He stood up, ignoring the shocked silences from behind him, and left the den.