Sorry, that about the 'she' problem. I meant to say 'me' last chapter.

Well, enjoy the chapter!

I woke up drowsily from my sleep. My nest-mate, the tom I had hurt badly, was still unconscious from loss of blood. Apparently, he was going to be here longer than I thought.

As I fished, memories from my past came back up...

None, of course, were good memories.

I will not reveal them yet, but it made me who I am today. I value life, of all things, I don't fight when it is unnecessary, and I don't stay with other cats for that very reason.

I managed to catch an unusually large minnow and a water vole for my guest.

I sat down by my friend and started to eat the fish. Other than the munching sounds from the fish and me, I could hear the rustling leaves from the passing wind.

After what seemed like forever, the strange tom stirred. His body shifted and his eyes started to flicker open. He would have jumped in surprise, but I gave him a heavy dose of poppy seeds, just in case anything happened. He growled and snarled at me at first, and he didn't accept the water-soaked moss and water vole I gave him until he realized that I was helping.

He growled, "Why are you helping me?"

"It's the right thing to do."

"You're the one that put me in this condition in the first place!"

"I know."

"You're acting like you did nothing wrong! You almost killed me!"

I drew my lips back, starting a snarl, but I stopped myself. I needed to control my temper. Even if he knew I was helping him, the light brown tabby still eyes me with his gold-amber eyes suspiciously. I shifted uncomfortably.

Little did I know that he would bug me with this 'killing me' issue would uncover a secret I'd rather not tell.

"You almost killed me. Finish me off, will ya'?"

"No!" I growled.

"Pussy cat. Well, I guess you won't mind if I finish bleeding out."

I hissed, "Not at all! You are driving me insane!"

The brown tabby was uncomfortable now. He threatened to kill himself and he wasn't actually going to go through with it, but that wasn't the thing on his mind. He asked, twitching his tail in warning, "Why wouldn't you mind? You've healed me!"

I answered in a growl, "Where I'm from, dying is normal, especially from a wound like that." I turned my head away. This puzzled my guest. He growled, obviously not trusting me anymore. I said quickly, "I-I didn't mean to say that...I, uh-"

"You are a murderer."

"I'm not!"

"Only a truly evil cat would come from such a place. I don't want to see you again!"

I growled, "I'll stay until nightfall. Then I'll go fetch your friends. I'll be out of here before you know it." Suddenly, I became curious, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Reckless, either one." I didn't lie, but, ya know, I wasn't ever gonna see this cat again, so why start liking him?

The brown tabby reluctantly replied, knowing that it was natural courtesy to answer, "Branchpelt." I rolled my eyes. Totally fake! I started to walk away, leaving the hurt cat alone.

I went to a nice sandy beach-like area. There, I went on a rock and sun-bathed myself.

...

Crack! A twig snapped behind me. Tense, I stood up slowly, looking around to see who it was. I saw a pair of yellow eyes staring at me. I heard a growl start to form in the cat's mouth.

As the calico she-cat lounged to fight me, I realized that this cat was basically a kit. I dodged every swipe she made.

She growled, "What happened to Branchpelt? I can smell his scent on you!"

"Uh...who?" I played dumb.

"You know who I mean!"

"Seriously, who?"

She growled, "Stop. Playing. Dumb!" She attacked me full force. She was agile, I'll give her that, but her battle skills needed some work. She was obviously new at fighting. I played the oldest trick in the book. Paw swipe and trip.

As she was recovering, I jumped into the trees and disappeared.

I heard a yowl come from across the forest. "Fox dung!" That one yowl scared the prey far away, I bet.

My paws automatically padded to my new friend, Branchpelt, who I knew had told me his real name, no matter how weird it sounded. I was the first to say something, "Who was that disrespectful cat? One of your friends?"

"Who?"

"The cat that made the yowl."

"Ivypaw." He groaned. "Calico she-cat with green eyes?"

I frowned, "You know her eye color?"

Branchpelt sighed, "She has a huge crush on me. I don't return the feelings, but I'm scared to break her heart."

"Just say it. If you keep letting her think that you return the feelings, she'll hate you when you do tell her." I said, giving advice. I added, so that he didn't think I didn't know what he was going through, "I had the same situation as you, but he was one of the most bloodthirsty, dangerous, and evil cats around. I said straight up to him that I didn't like him in that way...and he...well...threatened to kill me. I knew he would follow through...so I did what I had to..."

"So you are a murderer."

"It was self defense!" I defended myself.

"Whatever. You're still probably a cold-hearted traitor. You did grow up in a place where dying was normal. I wouldn't be surprised."

My fur bristled. How dare he say that? How could he? I hissed, "If you ever tell anyone that you met me, you are dead. I don't want to be known to be with you. My parents risked every moment of their lives to raise me and...nevermind. It's not important." I tossed him a thrush that I had caught the day before. I hissed, "It's from your territory, by the way. Be glad that I didn't eat it."

...

The orange sun started to fall behind the lush, green trees of green-leaf. As the speckled dots in the sky appeared, I knew that it was time to get anyone to find Branchpelt.

I found the camp, after a hour of searching, and I found that two cats were guarding the entrance. A cat dipped her head to each and she started to go through the forest.

It wasn't hard to spot her in the moonlight with her glossy, white fur.

I jumped on the branch I was on. She froze and looked up. Her ears were held back and she hissed quietly, "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Follow me." I managed to say.

"Why should I trust you, rogue?"

"Oh my gosh! I'm a loner. Why does everyone call me a rogue?" I mumbled loud enough so that both of us could hear. I answered her question, "Your friends have been searching for a cat, correct? Their searching parties have attracted my attention. I know where he is."

She hissed quietly, "Why can't you tell me the directions?"

I answered calmly, "Because I had to heal his wounds. He can't be moved right now, but he requested me to stop caring for him, so I thought that you might know someone!"

"Oh, I can take it from here, then. Where is he?"

"There is thick undergrowth in the far north-east corner. It isn't really an undergrowth, it is a make-shift den. It is very close to Riverclan territory and Marigold is growing a few fox lengths from it." I paused and added, "Don't bother asking your friend about me. He doesn't know much." I jumped into a second tree, swinging like a monkey (yes, I've seen those retched animals before) from every tree to another.

As I reached the river, I smiled. The Branchpelt business was dealt with, but now, I had to find a new home.

"Stop, intruder!" growled fish-breath the third.

I froze. I had been so caught up in my own accomplishments, I didn't notice five cats approaching me. My first instinct was to run, yet I didn't. I realized that my legs were belly deep in mud. I groaned. I was 'captured' by these cats.

WOAAAHHHH! Totally a surprise, right? Well, Riverclan had to tie in somehow, right? Well, I hope that Branchpelt is fine. Hopefully that white cat isn't an enemy of Branchpelt, because that would seriously stink.

Well...I SWEAR ON STARCLAN THAT THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GONNA GET INTERESTING!

Actually, Dark POV isn't gonna be in the next chapter...

MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Who is it? Who knows? We've met plenty of characters, but what if I'm using none of them? Hehehe...I love messing with people's brains.

~Caio

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