Pebble woke up to a rustling noise. Still lying down with eyes closed, her ears perked. She ignored it, thinking it was probably a bird or a mouse, and started to drift back off into a warm, comforting sleep.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard the noise again, this time much louder. It started her. The noise was so loud that she was now completely awake, eyes open, head up and ears perked.
"Rose?" She called out, guessing it was her friend, expecting to see her bright yellow eyes and dark gray fur walk through her den at any moment.
The rusting noise came again, now even louder than before. Pebble was now standing, ready for FireClan to finish off what they started two years ago. Her nightly nightmares were coming true...
What she saw next gave shivers up her spine. Two blurs of orange raced into the middle of her den, their black paws skidding to a halt by the sight of Pebble. Their giant, fluffy, white-tipped tails tails stuck out, erect. Their white underfur was mangled and dirty.
Foxes!
Pebble let out a very loud cry for help. She couldn't take on two foxes by herself! She stood there for a second, in shock. She wondered if she should even try to fight, or if she should just give up and let them tear her apart. They were both big, muscular foxes that could easily tear her to shreds.
But Pebble puffed out her chest bravely. She was not letting a couple of foxes kill her. Today would NOT be the day that she would die. She curled her lip and snarled loudly, fluffing up her fur and crouching down. She was trying to do her best to look as menacing as possible. She tried to conjure up what was left of her warrior instincts and...
Just as she was about to face the fox and pounce, a blur of gray rushed in. It pinned down the fox immediately, snarling. At first, because Pebble saw the gray fur, she guessed it was Rose. But after the shock wore away, it took her less than a heartbeat that this cat was definitely not Rose. It was in fact a tom cat!
The tom was very skilled at fighting. He clawed the soft underbelly of the fox that he was already upon, and the fox yelped, wiggled out of his grip, and scampered away, bushy tail between legs. But the other fox wasn't giving up without a fight. The fox pounced towards the tom, but the gray cat easily dodged his pounce. They both snarled as the tom cat lunged towards the fluffy orange creature. Clawing, rolling and blood were all Pebble saw for the next several heartbeats, and she winced at every blow, maintaning wide green eyes as she watched. Finally, when the tom gave him a powerful punch to the jaw, the fox ran out.
They both just stood there for a few moments, taking in what had just happened. Pebble noticed this tom was quite handsome, with rugged outlines and amazing muscles.
"U-uh..." Stammered Pebble finally. "Thanks for saving me..." She was very flattered, and she felt her cheeks getting warm. But the next words that the tom said were very unexpected.
"Riverbreeze!" He exclaimed, angrily marching closer to her. "What is your problem? Everyone told you to stay back at camp, and of course, you didn't listen. I can't believe you followed me all the way out here! Now im going to have to take you all the way back to camp!"
Pebble was shocked. "Ri... Riverbreeze?" She mewed. "Who... Who is Riverbreeze? My name is Pebble, I'm not a clan cat..."
The gray tom stared at her as if Pebble had just died and suddenly became a ghost. His eyes suddenly widened even bigger. "No way... Are you-"
"You must have the wrong cat, my name isn't Riverbreeze," she cut of the tom. What was going on? Did she really look that much like anothet cat that he got him confused with some cat named River...
No. It couldn't be. Could the Riverbreeze that he was mistaking her for really be who she thought he was talking about.
But that was the only explaination. She quickly turned back towards the tom. He was staring at her in awe. He opened his mouth.
"...Pebblekit?"