Chapter 2-
Clover sat down on the cold ground. She has been stuck in this den with her family. She wished she could explore outside of the den but the new house folk kept her and her family locked inside. Goose was having trouble adapting to the new place. She'll meow by the door that led outside. Thunder and Rocki have been causing trouble, trying to get the house folk to let them outside. They knock things over and attack the house folks paws. Lily and Daisy had just gotten into fighting .They'll tackle each other in the middle of the den. As for Clover, she tried to get outside, trying to sneak out when the house folk let their dog out. Her plans never worked. She will always get caught trying to sneak out.
It has been a quarter moon since the house folk had taken Clover and her family to this place. They lived on a farm and Clover and her family became house cats. One day, Clover was walking around in the hallway when she felt a nice warm breeze come from outside. She looked up and saw a window opened. She leaped up onto the window sill and looked around. The window was open and Clover could see the beautiful landscape. She saw the forest in the distance, just beyond the hilly land. She saw a small corn field, a great place for hiding.
Then she heard sounds from the barn. "Goose!" Clover yowled for her mother. Goose came shortly, followed by Thunder, Rocki, Lily, and Daisy. Goose didn't say a word but her actions spoke for everything. She leaped up next to Clover and down into the grass. Clover followed as Thunder knocked her off the window sill. Clover playfully batted at her brother's ears.
"Hey! Clover!" Thunder and Clover rolled around in the grass, play fighting. Suddenly, Clover got up and ran towards the barn. The door was closed but there was a hole in the wall in the back of the barn. Thunder was following the calico. Clover pushed herself through the hole and she found herself creeping along a narrow passage. It was dark, except for the few beams of sun light that crept into the darkness. One wall scratched her fur and the other was almost smooth.
She pressed herself closer to the smoother side of the passage and crept to the end of the small passage. Once near the end, light poured in. Clover blinked several times as she noticed what was happening. Clover crept out enough for Thunder to see also.
"Clover, look at those cats!" Clover stared at the mass of fighting cats. Three cats were fighting against what seem like the fiercest cats. Three queens stood over their kits in the far corner.
"Why are they fighting?" Clover crept closer to the fighting cats, interested.
"Bell, Hazel," Clover looked over to a white tom. "Leaf, get the kits out!" Clover wanted to help so she scrambled along the smooth wall until she was next to the kittens.
"I know a way out to safety." Clover whispered. She turned around to see Thunder running up next to her. "Thunder can lead the way. He's my brother!" Thunder shook his head.
"Yeah, I know the way out. There is a hole in the wall that will lead to Goose." Thunder looked at the calico who had scooped up a kitten that looked like her. "Just follow me." Thunder leads the queen and her kit to the hole in the wall. A gray she-cat and her kits followed the calico. The white she-cat stared at Clover with deep blue eyes.
"Who are you?" The white she-cat asked.
"I am Clover. Come on," Clover began to run against the wall. The kits followed. The mother, unsure of what to do, followed.
Suddenly, a cat leaped at the white she-cat, sending them rolling around. They leaped on each other, fighting with their sharp claws. Clover paid no attention, but kept on running. When she got to the hole in the wall, Clover ducked in headfirst. Her paw stopped her from hitting her head. She pushed herself up, kicking with her hind legs. She pulled herself up, up into the bright sunlight. She shook herself free of dust and dirt as a white she cat came next. Her other two sisters followed.
"Thunder," Clover walked up to her brother. Just at that moment, Goose and Clover's three other siblings walked up to Thunder. Clover purred and ran up to her mother. "Goose, these cats need our help! They were fighting!"
Suddenly, four cats came from the hole. They were breathing fast and they had blood dribbling down their shoulders.
An orange tom walked up to Goose. "Your two kits are quite impressive." The orange cat lowered his head to Goose. "I am Salmon."
"I am Goose. My kits and I shall be getting along. At that moment, a young cat walked up to Salmon, Clover and Goose. Her gray fur was stained with blood.
"We need to go back to Featherclan. They will help." The cat began to run as fast as she could towards the hilly land.
"Mosspaw!" Salmon began to run towards Mosspaw.
"Salmon!" Goose and Clover's siblings followed the white she cat.
"Bell," Salmon stopped and turned around to see his mate running towards him. Bell's kits stumbled towards their mother. The calico and her kit begin to follow, much more slowly.
"Come on Clover. By the way I am Hazel." The silver she cat laid her tail on my shoulder. "That gray tom with a green lizard on his head, he's called Lizard. The smallest silver tom, he's called Minnow, after Salmon. Mint is the sweetest tom, and is very generous." Hazel nudged her kits forward. "Frosty, we should leave now."
Frosty, a white tom with sparkling blue eyes, began to walk forward. He then stopped. "Goose seems very familiar. Mosspaw talks about a lot of Spiritheart, and his mate."
"That's my father! Do you know where he is?" Clover eyes sparkled.
"Mosspaw will know. She talks about him so much. He was a close friend." Frosty began to run towards the group of cats and kits.
Hazel looked at Clover as they began to walk again. "The calico is called Leaf and her kit is called Maple. She was just born a quarter moon ago."
"That's when the hose folk brought us here!" Clover meowed.
"Who?"
"Those things." Clover turned around and focused her gaze on the house folk that was in a weird monster.
"Oh, well that white she-cat is Bell. Her orange kit is called Heather and the white kit is called Holly. She likes to call the last one Honey. And you met Salmon already." Hazel meowed, introducing the cats and kits to Clover.
"My mother likes to be called Goose. I have two sisters, the gray she-cat is called Lily and the black one is called Daisy. My two brothers, the white one with gray is called Rocki and the orange tom is called Thunder." Clover paused, letting the wilderness sink in. She began to run, trying to catch up with Mosspaw. Mosspaw was fast. Clover already passed several other cats. She saw Mosspaw beginning to disappear into a forest that grew thicker and thicker. Suddenly, three cats stepped out of the bushes, one was Mosspaw.
"Mosspaw!" Clover slid to a halt.
"This kit is barely two moons old!" The silver tom spoke first.
"She belongs to Goose." Clover looked up at the silver tom. The silver tom expression seemed to change.
"Goose? My Goose?" The gray tom turned to the smaller orange cat. "Thunderpaw, take my kit to camp. I am going to go find the others. And, Mosspaw, why don't you go with them."
"Me? Your kit? What is going on?" The orange cat looked at me, surprised.
"Are you Spiritheart? " Clover looked at what was supposedly her father.
"Yes, now go with Thunderpaw and Mosspaw." Spiritheart turned to go search for his family. Clover stared at him until she could not see him. Clover turned to see that Mosspaw and Thunderpaw were disappearing. Clover quickly followed them.
The path backed to camp was hard and challenging, but not too challenging for Clover. The hardest part was crossing a small creek. The water was flowing pretty fast and Clover had to cross over on a log that was above the water but very slippery. Her claw sank into the soft wood and felt as if it would fall apart. On the other side of the creek, the trees were thinning out and the ground became muddy.
Monsters were spotted everywhere but they seemed to be sleeping. They were not moving. Clover quickly made her way to Thunderpaw and Mosspaw. They crossed the muddy terrain. The three cats finally slipped behind several rocks.
Everybody stared at Clover and Mosspaw. A couple of warriors greeted Mosspaw. Thunderpaw walked over to a tortoiseshell she cat. Clover, not wanting to be stared at any longer, followed Thunderpaw. "Dapplestar, Spiritheart is one his way with his mate and his kits."
"Goose?" Dapplestar looked at Thunderpaw. Clover silently crept out from behind Thunderpaw, keeping her body close to the ground. She was nervous about this new place. She didn't know what will be next. "Is this one?"
Thunderpaw nodded. "She'll make a great warrior. She's very strong and outgoing. She has spirit and courage. She's very loyal, too." Clover stood up, puffing out her chest. She was surprised by Thunderpaw's words.
"I'm Clover." Clover said, licking her shoulder.
"Well," Dapplestar looked at the ground. "I have talked to Thornclaw, Brindleface, and Cherryfrost. They have agreed it is time to go."
"Okay, I will help Thornclaw. And the two queens."
"Thunderpaw, I must go talk to Spiritheart real quick." Dapplestar began to head towards Spiritheart who had just come from behind the rock. The other cats from the barn followed. Goose was among those, as well as Clover's brothers and sisters. Clover now wondered what would happen next. At that moment, Thunder walked up next to Clover and sat down next to her. Clover sighed, and sat down.