Cheesypreistess—How do you explain Runningwind, then? They couldn't have known how fast he was going to be as a kit. What about Tallstar? They didn't know that if he would be tall. As for the Tideheart thing, I don't see how her name doesn't make sense.
"Don't you get bored, just, sitting in here all day?" Swiftpaw asked Will. A quarter moon had passed since Will had first appeared.
"It's not that bad." Will responded. "Tideheart sometimes gives me things to do."
"Such as?" Swiftpaw prompted.
"Well…Sometimes she has me sort herbs for her."
"Yep. So entertaining." Swiftpaw replied.
"Well doesn't it get boring for you, doing all the same things every day?" Will asked.
"I don't do the same things every day. Sometimes I go hunting, sometimes I have battle training, and sometimes I get to go on border patrols. Sometimes there are even battles." Swiftpaw added with wide eyes.
"Yeah, but doesn't it get tedious?" Will asked.
"No!" Swiftpaw snapped.
"Sorry…" Will said.
"Where did you come from, anyway?" Swiftpaw asked.
"If I told you the truth, it would sound completely crazy." Will said.
"I don't think anything would sound crazy to a kit who grew up on stories about dead cats attacking all the Clans." Swiftpaw responded.
"I seriously doubt that." Will said.
"Come on, tell me."
"Okay…" Will considered how to start. "I used to be a twoleg. I broke my arm by falling out of a tree. One day, this guy, Horace was hasing me and he tackled me. We landed in a pond and then…I was here."
Swiftpaw looked at Will. "You are seriously insane."
"No I'm not. I told you that you wouldn't believe me."
"Very true. But if that actually happened, then where is this Horace?"
"No idea. I don't follow him around everywhere."
Swiftpaw looked at the ground. "I don't know if I should believe you."