The seasons passed quickly, and soon, Meadowkit, who was now Mirage, was a strong young she-cat at the age of seven moons. She had made a few friends, another kittypet named Pepsi, and a loner named Ajax. The three we're always hanging out in the woods together, hunting, wrestling, or just talking. None of them knew about Mirage's past, but they never really sseemed to care. They never ate their kittypet slop, and instead hunted for their food in the fields, where mice pretty much jumped into their paws, and by the long river where fish leaped out of the water. All was good for the three, who were sunbathing on the smooth stones of the clearing they liked to call "the seasonal paradise". Ajax was crouched next to Pepsi, and Mirage was swiping at some fish in the creek that ran through the small clearing. Once she was finished scooping up the fish, she padded back over to her friends.
"Here," she mewed, tossing them some of the fish.
Pepsi looked over at her with a small smile. "Thanks," she meowed.
"Yeah, thanks Mirage," Ajax meowed, taking a bite of a silvery fish.
"You're welcome! Hey, maybe once we're done we could go explore?" Mirage suggested with a smile.
Her friends smiled and nodded, gulping down the rest of the fish. The trio basked in the sun light once they finished, just to get their energy up. Once they were about to leave, there was a loud rustling in the undergrowth that stoked the three in their tracks. Mirage spun toward the sound to find cats; about four vicious cats staring at her and her companions with teeth bared and claws unsheathed. She stayed calm, though it was hard. She dropped into a threatening crouch, baring her teeth in a vicious snarl with her friends doing the same beside her.
"What are you doing on WaterfallClan territory?!" a silvery-gray-and-black she-cat demanded, her eyes showing no fear.
"It's none of your business," Mirage snarled, her tail lashing threateningly.
The she-cat growled, but realized that she was being too harsh with kittypets, which she assumed to be stupid and worthless.
"Leave," the she-cat growled.
"No."
"Why you little!" the older she-cat cried before leaping at Mirage with a loud battle cry, signaling for the others to fight. In an instant, the small clearing erupted into battle. Mirage dodged and dragged her claws down the she-cat's shoulder. The cat turned on her and leaped onto her, the two tumbling in a furious mass of screeches and fur. Mirage snapped her jaws, meeting with flesh and fur. The older she-cat screeched and raked her claws across Mirage's flank. Mirage hissed in fury and threw the cat off of her, scrambling to her paws, before pinning the cat uneasily, blood dripping from her wounds. She snarled, the blood from a cut on her muzzle trickled down her face and landed on the older cat's cheek. She bit down on the silver she-cat's shoulder, as if telling her to leave before it was her neck clamped in Mirage's jaws.
"WaterfallClan! Back to camp!" the she-cat yowled once Mirage released her grip.
"But Featherstep!" a tom called, stumbling away from Pepsi.
"Now!" she hissed before darting toward the trees. She stopped just at the tree line and spun around to face the three cats. "You got luck," she snorted with contempt, "I'll be back for you especially, kittypet," she hissed before darting after her clanmates.
"Good riddance.." Mirage mumbled warily. "C'mon. Let's get back." She muttered with a flick of her tail. She stalked off through the trees, her lips drawn back in a snarl. Her friends darted after her. They hated it when she wasn't in a good mood.
The three friends trotted back to twoleg place to get fixed up. Mirage kept looking back. Something seemed familiar about those cats, but she just couldn't put her paw on it. With her friends at her sides, she stumbled to her housefolk's nest.
Here is chapter two! I know it's kinda cheesy... Sorry... But anyway, another chapter will be out soon.
See ya!