Thunderstar shifted around in his nest, as he stared outside of the den at the big, bright white moon. He sat up, and thought about the conversation earlier with the brown she-cat. He looked down at his paws, and sighed. He really missed her, and sure, they were friends, but they were also enemies.
They had still argued a lot during the split-up.
I just have to forget that it ever happened... Thunderstar thought. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Once dawn awoken, the gray cat had woke up, a big cranky. He didn't get good sleep last night.
The gray cat walked into the clearing to get a piece of prey that he had caught before moonhigh last night. But right next to the prey pile, a mysterious light brown cat was munching down the squirrel he caught.
The gray tom unsheathed his claws, "Who are you?"
The cat took her last bite of the squirrel, then blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know another cat lived here..."
Thunderstar sheathed his claws, noticing that it was a she-cat, and that she seemed like no trouble. "It's okay. But, it is a bit noticeable, is it not? Also, respond to me when I ask a question. What is your name?"
"My name is Chealynn."
"Odd name, Chealynn. How did your mother think of it?" Thunderstar asked, sitting down.
"My mother didn't make my name. My owners did." She mewed.
The gray tom gasped, in shock. "So, you are a kittypet? How did you get here? Where's your collar?"
Chealynn shifted into a laying down position to get more comfortable. She knew this was gonna be a pretty long talk. "I was a kittypet. I left my owners because I didn't feel the freedom that I wanted to. You should know that I am a fun and crazy cat. They'd always yell at me for being to hyper, but seriously, who couldn't be to hyper?" She smiled.
Thunderstar chuckled. "And why haven't you found a new home?"
"Because, well, they're chasing after me still. They can never find me here! I'm sorry that I'm eating your food. I don't know how to catch my own, and I'd have nothing else to eat." The she-cat told the leader, getting up, preparing to leave.
"No, it's fine. It's just that you've been eating the four Clans prey, which we need, even though we only have one cat in our Clan."
Chealynn looked at Thunderstar funny. "What's a Clan?"
"It's a new group, tribe, or pack. Whatever you prefer to call it. In this forest, there are four Clans, ShadowClan, WindClan, RiverClan, and my clan, ThunderClan. We are all enemies, but we can still be friends. Silverpelt, a spirit cat who looks over us at night with the other cats that she created the clans with." He started. The tom continued explaining as much as he could.
Chealynn smiled at the result. "Being in a Clan sounds so much fun." She sighed, then, she perked up. "I wish I could have that much fun!"
"Fun? It's hard work, even just for one cat in a Clan..." He said, then reflected on what he said. He glanced at the cat, who had started to look up at the trees that were around the two. She had gotten up, and was examining the territory.
The tom sighed. He did need more cats. Who knows, soon, there could be dozens of cats in each Clan!
The brown tabby then got her attention back at Thunderstar. "I better go..." She sighed. "Nice to meet you...what's your name?"
The leader felt stupid enough to not tell her his name. "I am Thunderstar. And I, Thunderstar, would like to ask you to join my Clan, ThunderClan."
Her eyes lit up with joy, as the biggest smile ever appeared on her face. "Of course!" She shouted in an excited tone, and as you could tell as she celebrated by running around and jumping a bit, she was proud to become a ThunderClan warrior.
"Good. You can be..." He thought for a moment. "Cherrypaw. I will help you learn the ways of how the Clans work, and soon enough, you'll be one of the best scent markers, hunters, fighters, and defenders in all of the forest. Remember, this is tough work. There'll be a lot of training, Cherrypaw." He told her.
She nodded. "Yes! I'm Cherrypaw!"