Chapter 6

My body still ridged with shock, I ran through the forest's trees and underbrush blindly, not even flinching when I felt an unexpected pain in my paw. I hardly even felt the thorn I stepped on or the blood racing and dripping off my claws, because my mind whirled and spun.

Where exactly are we, you ask?

Well, I'd rather not tell you all the details, as they were a little predictable, but I will tell you this: My clan leader, mentor, mother, and pretty much the whole clan, hate my guts. I told Peachstar what I did, and was honest,(I had hoped for some brownie points there, but got none. So much for 'honesty is the best policy'.) but he was pretty trusting in Lilypaw. She had lied to him about everything. Everything.

I know that's not reliable information for everyone to just hate me, but like I said, Lilypaw can be very deceiving and manipulative. And I refuse to tell how everything had went down, in front of all my clan mates. Luckily though, Fawnpaw had been asleep during the whole incident, and hadn't been there to hate me too. At least not at the moment, I'm sure Lilypaw will tell him all about it later.

So, now that we're up to date, I'm currently rushing away from camp, even faster than when I had run from Bloodfur before. Which is saying something. And I obviously don't run for just any other reason, and really, the only reason I have run lately, is because of my crazy feelings. I can't seem to handle them.

My heart was pounding by the time I reached the Twoleg Place fence. A thought crossed my mind, and I knew exactly who I wanted to see. But, not really, I never got his name. All I knew was that he would probably stand out. His fur was blacker than Silverpelt, and his eyes glinted like the stars among it. Of course, he had a purple collar with a tooth pushing through the side, and I thought that was something noticeable.

I didn't even care to think about why I was doing this, just stared digging my claws into the hard wood of the fence, and started climbing. I was reminded faintly of Fawnpaw, and shuddered. But, I was determined to leave everything about my life so far, behind. I was starting fresh. A clean slate.

Once over, I looked at what I had never seen before. I assumed the big block thing, made out of what looked like red rocks, was a Twoleg nest. It was kind of intimidating, the size was taller than, well, anything I could relate to. Another fence branched off and formed a corner, and in that corner was a square green thing, with a black top, that smelled terribly. My overwhelming rage and sadness had masked the smell before.

There was no hesitation as I leapt on top of it, then, jumped down to the hard, unnatural floor. It was almost like waking up in a dream, the textures felt strange under paw.

But, I didn't get any time at all to wonder, because suddenly, I felt a cat's paws -sheathed- and I was pushed over to the dusty, cracked ground. I opened my eyes and coughed, then tried to straighten myself up against the Twoleg fenced I had slid into. I didn't have a moment to view my attacker, when I felt it's paws push against my neck, almost hard enough to kill me before I suffocated.

I didn't try to have any great warrior comebacks, I didn't care if I died here or not. But, I wanted to see my killer before I went.

And-surprise! It was the tom from Twoleg place!