Well, this Chapter Continuation idea.... it was perfect! ^^

And I like it. O.o;

Well enough alone

Nightfoot had just been exiled out of ThunderClan. He was alone in the forests upstream of ThunderClan; he had no plans to go to Twolegplace just yet.

See; I'll show them. I can do well enough alone! Nightfoot thought angrily.

For three days and two nights, Nightfoot wandered the forest alone. He started clearing out a sunny, sheltered glade in the middle of the forest for his den and his nest.

This might actually be big enough to support a Clan, he thought. It's rather large, and I'm only using part of it for my den, after all…. I'm just using the part under the overhanging rocks. That's it.

But still, Nightfoot was under the illusion that he would be fine with no one to guide him along in life.

However, after having lived in a Clan for so long, he was kind of unfamiliar with all the silence.

It's nice, he thought, but I would probably prefer to hear voices…. and rustling from the nursery…. and the elders' tales….

He started to miss not having anyone to talk to. He started talking to himself, and on the third day he realized what was wrong.

He flicked his tail with barely-concealed satisfaction as it hit him:

I need to be around other cats. I can't survive alone; I just can't.

So, his plan for being well enough alone had failed. He couldn't be alone. After living in a Clan for so long, he just needed to be with other cats!

With that realization, he immediately started to get ready for his rather long journey. He ate and rested until sunhigh, and with that he was off.

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At sunset, he finally reached Twolegplace.

He loped into the clearing, worried that they would try to attack him because they had lost. But, they didn't. Instead, Rock came tiredly out of a den to greet him.

"Oh, hi, Nightfoot," he greeted the white tom with one black paw. "How are you doing?"

"Fine; and…." Nightfoot looked around at the sorry groups of cats in the clearing. There were cats in cages at the edges of the clearing; they had scars all over their bodies and a few still had blood dripping from their wounds.

There were cats in front of the cages, huddled up together, eating, or just sitting there.

"What's wrong?" Nightfoot finally finished.

"Oh, well; they're still shocked that they lost. Some of them hate you now, so be careful when you visit," Rock explained.

"N-No, i-it isn't that…." Nightfoot began, flustered. "It's just that I found a perfect spot for a camp! We can live there, and it's not that far from the Clans, and we can take over, and…."

Rock looked at him. "I'm sorry to say it, Nightfoot, but we're perfectly happy where we are. You should join us. If we moved, we'd have to move all those slaves' cages, and…. it would just be too hard."

Nightfoot bowed his head. "It's okay…. I understand. I'm sorry. I could join you, of course…. if you wish it."

Rock nodded. "I'd like that. I have an extra cardboard box somewhere that you can keep as your den; we have an extra cage lying around somewhere, too. You can live in the box and we can move the cage out of the storage area to where all the others are, and you can house your slave in that. What do you think?"

Nightfoot nodded. "I think that's a great idea. Oh, and we should plan to take over the Clans. One day…. I was planning to do that."

Rock nodded again. "That's a good idea," he said.

So, Nightfoot could not do well enough alone. But now, he was happy with the Twolegplace cats…. and he would stay that way.

He wasn't alone. He was not alone anymore.