"We have been waiting for you." A voice echoed off in the distance.

"Huh? Who's there?" I asked, getting up.

"My name is Springstar. I am the first leader of Springclan."

"Um, okay... Where are you..?"

There was the ruffling of trees. Then, suddenly a white she-cat with short fur and blue eyes jumped off of a tree and faced me. One half of her face was clawed, and it looked as though her eye was even clawed off. I wondered how, but I didnt ask. That would be rude. "Now do you see me?" She asked.

I nodded, backing up a little, curiousity flowing my eyes.

"You seemed confused." She said.

"I am confused. Where am I? Why am I here?"

"You are dead-"

"What?"

"Fawnkit, you died. You were caught in a trap and lost too much blood..." Her one eye was full of sadness. "Your... Your only a kit, though... This isnt fair..."

"Well, what can you do about this? Am I just dead? No turning back?" I asked. My worried voice going down to a whisper. I sunck into the tall grass. "This cant be it... Can it, Springstar?"

"I will grant your life back, young kit." She said, smiling.

"Oh thank you!" I sqealed as I jumped up, a smile on my face. Then Springstar bowed her head towards me, and everything became blurry until I closed my eyes...

I found myself in the medicine den, Petalclaw hovering over me. "She's alive." She said in her usual flat voice, a smile on her face.

"Good, we have not lost a kit." Said Crowstar, smiling. He had dark, ashy gray fur and blazing orange eyes.

"W-where am I..?" I asked, slowly sitting up.

"In the medicine den! What does it look like?" Said Petalclaw. She was always cranky and short tempered. But she had a heart of gold and was always misunderstood.

"Well, I need to go make a patrol." Said Crowstar, getting on his paws and leaving the medicine den.

I looked at my leg and gasped. My back leg had some missing fur where the teeth got it, and there were scratches on it.

"It will heal and your fur will grow back. No need to throw a fit. I've dealt with this before. Can you walk?"

"I-I think so..." I got up, wobbly at first, but then I began to gain my balence.

"Good, now off you go." She said.

"Thank you." I said, then I ran off into the nursery den. My mother and father were in there, arguing.

"She was with a rouge!" Shouted her father. A helpless look on Mother's face. "Go talk to her." He said, leaving.

"Hey." I said.

"Oh! Thank starclan your alive!" Mothbreeze cried.

"What were you and Father arguing about?" I asked.

"Er, I need to have a talk with you. Come outside, Fawnkit." She said, leading me out of the warm nursery to outside. It was cold, I could tell it was almost winter. Then, she sat down, and so did I as I waited for her to talk. "Me and your Father had a talk about you being with that rouge. But dear-"

"No! You cant keep us from seeing eachother! We can meet in secret! You wont catch us, Father wont catch us... Even a whole patrol wont catch us! You cant choose my friends for me!" I whined, tears going down my face.

"Shh... Hush. It's for your own good. Dont you see, he may be all good now. But once a rouge, always a rouge. He will grow to be like his parents and any other rouge. And rouges are no different from selfish, hateful rats."

"No... No! No! Your lying!" Then, before she could stop me I ran off, tears streaming across my face. Suddenly, I stopped. The sun was up. If only it was as warm as it looked. I shivered. Suddenly, I heard pawsteps.

"Hey Fawnkit!" It was Shadow.

"Hey." I said, in my usual little voice. I had to sound fine to him. But I knew what I had to do. My parents arent happy with me. They never really are... Of course my father. I need to make them happy about me. I have to... "We cant be friends."

"What?"

"We just cant!" I spat. I looked down at my paws sadly, then shut my eyes tightly to keep from crying. "Goodbye." I whispered, then, I ran back to camp. I felt that would be the last time I would ever see him...