MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! ^^; *races ahead of all the other writers* So long, suckas! See you at the finish line! ^^; XD

I was going to write more, but then my Dad called me downstairs complaining that I hadn't done my sister's fliers right, and then he yelled at me and I started crying and I was so stressed I could hardly breathe (I have Tourette's Syndrome and I don't deal well with stress!!!! :o ) and so then now my head hurts and I have to get off the Internet soon ANYWAYS so, enjoy this last chapter for now before I leave! I MAY write more later, but we shall just have to SEE. Enjoy! ;) ^^;

Chapter word count: 706 ;)

Ran

Runningkit had decided to go on an adventure.

He was bored of the ThunderClan camp. So, one day he thought, Why not go into Twoleg place?! I mean, it's got to be more fun than here, and I just can't see how it would be dangerous!

Runningkit told his mother, "I've got to go make dirt. Can I go alone, please?"

"Why, yes," his mother purred. "Yes, Runningkit, I believe you can; you're old enough to know to bury your dirt and all, right?"

"Yes." Runningkit fidgeted his paws from side to side, to make it look like he had to go. "I know, Mother!" he chirped brightly.

"Great!" she purred. "You can go, then; just be back soon!" Why did she say that….? I can take as long as I want to! Besides, this trip may take a while; I can just say that I took ages or that I was constipated or something!

But these thoughts disturbed him, so he just decided to go already!

"I'm going now." And Runningkit dashed out of the nursery, and hared through the clearing towards the entrance to the dirt-place tunnel.

When he got there, he squeezed out through the hole in the brambles making up the wall and popped into the forest, emerging with some thorns in his pelt. He quickly picked them off and dashed away!

Dashing through the forest, he soon came across some cats. He suddenly realized that he had crossed the border, and he turned to go back, hoping that they wouldn't see him; but they had heard him, and the largest cat, a large brown tom with huge black paws and one black ear, grabbed him and pinned him down, flipping him over periodically to check through his dark brown tabby fur.

"Do you know who I am?" he hissed into Runningkit's face, when Runningkit was facing upward (belly-side-up; he realized that he was very vulnerable in this position).

"N-No!" Runningkit squeaked nervously.

"Well, I am Claw, one of the highest-ranked warriors of BloodClan!" declared Claw.

"Eek! You're bad!" Runningkit squeaked, flattening himself against the ground as far as he could to get away from Claw's face, and realizing all the while that he might be stolen, or something else bad like that!

"Y'know…." Claw remarked, studying Runningkit. "This fur would look great with a collar on it."

"What…." Bird cocked her head to one side. "Are you saying that…. we should keep this kit as a slave?"

Claw snorted. "Why not?! He'd look perfect with our extra black-and-purple collar on, I should think; and besides, it's always good to have extra helping hands around the camp, is it not?!"

"Oh, I don't know…." Quiet little Rose spoke up for the first time. "He's a Clan cat…. and we have enough slaves already…. Don't you think that we should let him go?"

Claw glared at her. "What did you say?! We can never have enough slaves, especially when ours keep dying!"

"You keep killing them, Claw," Bird explained patiently.

"Yeah," Rose agreed. "You never feed them; and you torture them all to the death!"

Claw kept one paw on Runningkit, but he lunged forward and slashed Rose across the nose. She squeaked in pain.

"Do not say that!" he roared.

"Y-Ye-Yes; sure, Claw!" she stammered.

"Good." Claw nodded, and studied Runningkit yet again. "How about we take him back? Bird, you can hold him."

"Oh, joy." She snorted, but took up a position beside Runningkit anyway, and as they slowly walked along, Claw eventually got so far up ahead that Bird leaned forward and whispered in Runningkit's ear, "Would you like to escape?"

"Yes!" Runningkit hissed back.

"Okay." Bird checked up the path to see if Claw was watching. Is Claw watching? Okay…. no? Good.

"Go!" she hissed to Runningkit. "Run, and run fast! Run that way—" she pointed with her tail to behind them "—but just go! And hurry!"

And, lo and behold; true to his name, Runningkit just ran. And, believe me, he ran fast.