A/N: Me: So Violetmoon.

Violetmoon: Yeah?

Me: Someone's here to see you.

Violetmoon: Really? Is it Blackstar!

Me: No . . .

Sol: How you doin'?

Violetmoon: Oh sweet Jesus . . . .

*cough cough* foreshadowing

Sol the Stalker

I was but another mile away from the lake (in air time), when suddenly I felt like I was being weighed down, and began to crash to the ground. I landed in a (luckily) soft pile of leaves in the Twolegplace just a few miles from the lake. As I emerged from deep in the pile, something told my senses that I wasn't safe.

I changed back into my cat form. You know, I was actually beginning to favor my cat form than my human one. I felt more powerful as a cat, and a little prettier too (thanks to Blackstar). My sense also were better as a cat. When I was walking day as a human and night by cat, I felt so dull as a human. My eyesight sucked, I couldn't hear as well, and, quite frankly, I was a bit colder without my fur. Walking on four legs and having a long tail made me feel strong.

After giving my chest a quick lick, I scanned the area to see what could've brought me down here. There was shaking in the branches of a small fig tree. I ran to it, looking up the trunk. Sitting quietly on the tip of a branch, was a black crow, peering at me with beady eyes black eyes.

It laughed. "Stupid cat. Doesn't it know leaves won't make a good nest?"

I hissed loudly. "Almost as stupid as a crow who sits on the edge of a branch!"

And the moment I said that, the branch snapped right in half. It caught the bird off guard for a second, but he fluttered back to the ground. Now his once sneaky black eyes were full of a mixture of fear and shock.

"You . . . You understand me?" he stuttered.

I nodded. "And if you want the floor to fall under you next, I suggest you keep your nasty comments to yourself."

The crow nodded. "But how do you understand me? . . . . . And I understand you?"

I sighed. "Let's just say I'm not an average cat. Speaking of which, did you happen to notice any other cats wandering about this area?"

The crow looked around and shook his head. "Just the usual cats humans keep as pets, but they mainly stay in the proximity on their houses."

Damn. Such good vocabulary for a crow. I nodded to him.

The crow spread his wings, getting ready to take off, then he stopped and snapped her head to me. "Wait! There was a cat that I haven't seen around here before."

Hello, now he had me. "Can you tell me his name? Or what he looked like?"

"I didn't catch the fellow's name," he said. "But it sure was the oddest colors I've seen on a cat. Um, a brown and white he was. Oh, and he had the most unusual pale eyes." The crow shuddered, as if something disturbed him. "We birds can detect when something isn't right, and let me tell you, when we saw that cat, we just wanted to speed off out of there."

That defiantly sounded like Sol no doubt. I thanked the bird as he flew away. Huh. This talking-to-animals thing does come in handy.

So Sol was here. Of course he was, who else would've pulled me down from the sky? I wasn't going to waste time looking for him. I had bigger fish to fry.

And so I took a stroll through the lovely neighborhood. It was night, so it was your average scene. The street lamps were on, a few stray cars roamed the roads, and the creatures of the night were singing their songs. It was these lovely nights that I actually felt at ease. My heart was pounding at a steady rhythm that matched my paw steps.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

I was hearing both of them on a nice beat.

Boom, boom, boom, boom-clack!

Wait, what was that? I swear it sounded like someone was trying to match my paw steps, as if not to be heard, but scratched the surface.

I whipped my head around and jumped back, screaming as a pair of power pale eyes were less than an inch from my face.

"Sol!" I almost spat his name.

This creepy as hell smile slid across his face. That's when I noticed his eyes were wandering all over my body. Like he was . . .

I swished my tail to the side, sending him flying backwards. A furious hiss came out of my throat. "You pervert!"

The rat bastard was laughing as he struggled up to his knees. "You know, I've studied modern human language, so I'm aware what that translates to." Another smile. "And might I say, it's one of my many qualities."

I scowled. "You lower than dirt ass-licker," I mumbled under my breath in Hindi.

Sol walked so close to me than I practically inhale his scent in the tinniest scent. "I'm sure you know," he said in a chilling voice, "that I'm a highly intelligent half-Spirit. I can speak languages even beyond this world."

I gulped. Something tickled along my legs. Looking down, another scream came from me, as I saw Sol's tackling twirling around my front leg. I practically leapt back, hissing like crazy. "Get away from me!"

He shrugged. "I might think it over. But overall, I'm afraid it's going to be a no."

"What do you want? What the fuck do you want!"

He smiled slightly. "A feisty little one you are. Well it's no wonder Blackstar takes such a fascinating interest in you. In fact any tom for that matter."

I almost threw you. Was this boy making a pass at me? He eyes scanned me again. Yep, he was. Well, I wasn't about to just stand here and let him have satisfaction. Hell, if the boys and the gym teacher in my old school didn't get some, neither would he!

With just a few blinks of my eyes, I made the floor around him like quicksand, sucking him into it like a portal. When his paws and half his legs were stuck in it, I stopped.

Kneeling to his level, I looked him straight in the eye. "What the hell do you want?"

He shrugged. "Human again for one. But there are-" He looked at me deeply "-other things I would like to have."

I raised a cat brow. "Like women?"

Thinking for a second, he nodded. "A woman would be nice too, like you said I'm a 'pervert.' Ultimate would be a nice little trick. And having my own dark army is nice too."

I shook my head. "You're greedy than a little kid during Christmas time."

"I prefer to be more like a ladies' man during Valentine's Day."

"You're sick!"

"And you're one of the power forces I've ever met." He twisted his body and became unstuck within seconds. Damn he's good.

He smirked at me as kicked his loose paws. "However I'm more powerful."

"And Kiara's more powerful than you," I spat back.

He ignored that and continued. "Jani you were powerful enough to free evil spirits kept captive by the forces of the most powerful Spirits. You killed the Spirit Eater, which until now wasn't even known how to destroy. Despite such little doing Jani, you're a legend to both worlds of spirits. Now, if you were to be trained by real mentors, you would be more powerful than the sun."

I snorted at his request. "Mother Gana is a real mentor. And she's been more than enough help to me. Anyway, why do you suddenly want me to part of your little clique? You wanted to kill me just a few nights ago."

A little smile came to his lips. "Well I've had a little change of heart?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Kiara put you up to this didn't she?"

"Or that. Either way, you'll be mine."

"What?"

"What?"

"What? What?"

"'What? What?' nothing, you said what first."

"I didn't say 'what,' I was asking you 'what.'"

"Wait, what?"

I groaned. "Dude, you're making my head turn. What the hell do you mean by 'you'll be mine'?"

"That's between me and Kiara," he said, a little sternly.

My eyes widened. "What the hell did she promise you?"

Actually, I decided I didn't want hear the answer. Twisting my paws, a fast wind picked up, created a mini tornado. As Sol became more and more out of sight, I made myself disparate, and flew to back to clans.

I landed right in front of ThunderClan camp. The minute my feet touched the ground, I ran into the camp. As I ran in, a Clan meeting was being held.

All I heard as I got in, was Firestar standing on the rock, addressing the crowd saying, "Ashfur is dead."

A/N: Me: Well ain't that a bitch.

Violetmoon: What? The fact that Sol has the hots for me or that Ashfur is dead?

Me: Eh, a little of both.

Violetmoon: Yuck! Hey, why such the sort chapter?

Me: Because I wanted to establish the whole Sol-heart-you thing. Trust me, it'll be a MAJOR conflict later on.

Violetmoon: Huh. Well I guess it'll make sense . . . . eventually.

Me: Yep. Read and love folks! Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!-or as we Dominicans called, National Turkey Day ;)