A/N:

Thank you so much for all of the favs/alerts/ reviews I've received so far. I really appreciate it. :)

Sorry for the long wait between chapters; I've been very busy with life in general. But here's the second chapter for you all to read and enjoy.

Some spoilers for "The Power Of Three" arc. You've been warned.

Read and enjoy! :)

Sorry for bad spelling and grammar.

Disclaimer: Otherwise stated, the characters in this fanfiction belong to the author of "The Warrior Cats" book series Erin Hunter. The Character of John Mew, and any other OCs of my creation, belongs to me, mpkio2.

Warrior Cats:
The Twoleg Prisoner

Chapter 2
Shadow Will Come

A black kitten of no more than five moons old sat perched on the outermost fence that boarded its territory in Twolegplace and the forest on the opposite side, the trees, which seemed to grow on and on in the distance, stood tall and majestic, the light of the moon shining down on the leaves and covered the forest in silver glow. It was moonhigh and everything, for the most part, was peaceful, well…as peaceful as it was gonna be in Twolegplace. The housefolk still made a racket in their dens and dogs still barked here and there, but Shadow took no notice. He had grown up most of his life here, and in the time that he had been alive, he had known the dangers of the territory and knew how to avoid any predictable danger.

Shadow glanced over his shoulder, back at his housefolk den, and up at a window which he knew belonged to his housefolk, John. The teenager's window, which had been open, was now shut closed. As he turned his head, the kit let out a sigh, his shoulder's staggering beneath his black belt.

I only want to help him, Shadow thought miserably, feeling his ears flatten back. But he won't let me in…

Suddenly, a familiar scent drifted into Shadow's nostrils. A tom? Yeah… Shadow took another sniff and when he was certain of who it was, he let out yet another sigh. Not again…but if he really wants a fight…

Scratch!

Shadow felt claws rip down his side and let out a shriek of pain. But Shadow had allowed his opponent the first attack, for he had already pulled out his left paw and pushed it under his intruder's forepaws. He heard the shriek of surprise from his attacker, and without giving the other tom another second to recompose himself, Shadow pounced on him, causing both he and the other male to fall ungraciously right into a thorn bush at the end of the garden. He gave the other cat a strike for good measure and jumped away, out of the bush and into the clear night air of the garden's open grass land.

"You may have won this battle," A voice muffled from in the bush. After a second, a young cat, slightly younger than Shadow, steeped out of the thorn bush and sat in front of him, his grey-white fur gleaming in the moonlight. "But I've still won more than you…"

"By one!" Shadow retorted, his forepaws kneading the grass beneath his claws, readying his hind legs to lunge himself back at the other tom. "Let's fight again and we'll see who's the winner once and for all!"

"Yeah! That sounds like fun…" The other kit agreed enthusiastically, he too in the same crouch as Shadow, readying his hunches. "But…" A frown plastered his features and as quickly as he was crouching, he was sitting back up. "I have orders. You know, Jugo,"

Shadow, resisting the urge to start another playfight with his friend, sat up and looked at him, sighing slightly as he did so. "She still wants me to join, doesn't she?"

The kit nodded its head. "She thinks you'll be a great with us. You'll have a home!"

"I already have a home, Fritz," Shadow replied, his tail swishing back in the direction of his den.

"But I don't understand!" Fritz wailed as he stood on all fours, leaning towards the black-pelted kit. "You tell me every night how they always ignore you! You tell me that he doesn't want you! Remember? You told me!"

"I know!" Shadow shrieked, he too standing on all four paws, his tail swishing from side to side. "I know he ignores me, don't you think I already know that?"

The sound of wind blowing leaves on the nearby trees, filled the silence that seemed to monetarily form between the two friends.

"But he needs me," Shadow mewed as softly as the blowing wind, not sure whether Fritz had heard him or not. "I can't leave him alone…"

"Yes you can!" Fritz retorted hotly. "He treats you like your nothing. I know; I've seen how he locks you out at night. I see how much his hurting you and…" The wind continues to blow, rustling the leaves that scattered on the grass here and there. "….you should be happy,"

Shadow, who had his eyes closed, opened them and looked at his friend with affection and could see the concern and sadness in Frtiz's blue eyes. He wants me to be happy… Shadow, not being able to stand looking at his worried and concerned friend any longer, closed his eyes once more, a whimper shivering through his body as he did.

"I'm sorry, Fritz," he whispered in a low mumble. "I can't join you,"

"The same answer as every night, huh?" Fritz chuckles slightly as if he found the whole ordeal to be humorous. "I should be used to this by now,"

Shadow opened his eyes once more, but was disappointed to see that Fritz was no longer there. He heard the scramble of paws against wood and looked up at the fence to see Fritz standing on top, readying to leave. "I'll tell Jugo your answer. See ya tomorrow night!"

And before Shadow could utter anything else, anything more, on unbalanced paws, Fritz scattered away along the garden fence which joined onto the other dens surrounding Twolegplace. Hearing the ruckus of a dog in the nearby garden, smelling his friend's fading scent, Fritz had left, leaving Shadow alone in his garden, looking at the spot in which his friend stood on moments ago.

I'm sorry,

He turned and glanced back at his housefolk's den, looking up at the window which belonged to John. The teenager's window was open and Shadow was sure he saw the boy standing there only a second ago.

John needs me…

A kit's eyes of golden brown, eyes which looked like the twoleg's, stared at Leafpool in the darkness, as a high pitched yowling sound filled her ears with pain.

Shadow will come, and with it, a twoleg which will speak the tongue, will change the Clans, forever…, the familiar voice of Spottedleaf whispered in her ear, her voice full of warning and gentleness, fading away as the yowling kit shrieked louder…

No, wait! What does it mean? I don't understand, Spottedleaf! Don't leave me!

But Spottedleaf didn't respond to the she-cat's cries of help, Leafpool not sure whether she couldn't hear or if she choose to ignore her. But she couldn't?! Not when the Clans were in danger! Spottedleaf couldn't abandon them, not when they needed her more than ever before!

StarClan, save us!

"Leafpool! Wake up!" A pad podded her in the side and Leafpool slowly regain consciousness. She opened her eyes to two green small eyes looking down at her with concern. "Are you OK, Leafpool? You were muttering and whimpering…"

Leafpool felt a pang at her heart as her daughter, Hollykit, spoke to her in a gentle voice. She and her littermates, Lionkit and Jaykit, had no idea of their heritage, that she, Leafpool, a medicine cat, was their mother, and Crowfeather, warrior of WindClan, was their father.

I hate lying to them, Leafpool thought as she sat up in a sitting position and stared down at her daughter. But it's for the best…I can't be their mother. No matter how much I want to tell them…

"Leafpool?"

Leafpool shook her head lightly, hoping to rid of the whirling thoughts and emotions which cluttered her head. Keep it together, Leafpool.

"I'm fine, Hollykit," she replied in a brisk voice, ending with a wide yawn. "How are you feeling today?"

"Better than yesterday," Hollykit said in a happy voice, but Leafpool could tell that her daughter was lying; her nose was still running and her eyes looked puffy and sore. Leafpool pressed her paw gently on Hollykit's fur and straight away felt the fever under her pelt. "Really, I'm all better,"

Why did Hollykit have to have a mild case of whitecaugh?

"Nice try," Leafpool said with a mrrow of amusement. "But you can't fool me, Hollykit. I am a medicine cat, after all,"

"But it's boring being copped up in the medicine cat den!" Hollykit protested before engaging herself in a coughing fit, her tail dropping. "I want something to do,"

Leafpool sighed. "The quicker you get back to your nest, the faster you'll heal," Leafpool nudged Hollykit back in the direction of the spare nest. "I'll make you another poultice, and this time eat it,"

"But it's so yucky!" Hollykit wailed.

After making Hollykit a poultice and ensuring that she actually swallowed it, Leafpool walked through the bracken barrier of her den and out into the clearing. The sun greeted her fur warmly as she sat outside her den and stared around the ThunderClan camp. Brambleclaw was sorting out both hunting and border patrols by Highledge, many cats clustered around him, listening in with pricked ears. Whitewing and Cloudtail sat near the fresh-kill pile both sharing a sparrow, as Thornclaw and Brackenfur sat close by sharing tongues. Over by the nursery, her sister Squirrelflight, sat outside, with Jaykit and Lionkit bouncing around her, playing.

As Leafpool stared across at her kits, her heart lurched again, and the guilt and pain of deceit and pain she felt coursed through her. She recompossured herself, quickly reminding herself that it was all for the best.

Her clanmates looked peaceful, the camp was in a comfortable mood, and Clan tensions were low. However, Leafpool knew that the peace that settled over her Clan was nothing but a complete lie, that everything she loved and cared for would soon be in danger, was in danger! She could still see the vision now, the one Spottedleaf had shown her the night before, warning her that danger was coming for all the clans…the twoleg nest was on fire…a kit was wailing…the clans in a massive battle….Crowfeather dying…Squirrelflight dying…a high pitched yowling….blood covering the grass…

"Are you alright?" A gentle murmur whispering in her ear pulled Leafpool out of her dark vision and back to reality. She turned her head and saw the gentle eyes of her sister. "You looked as though you were far away…"

"I'm fine," Leafpool sighed. "I was just thinking of…" Her eyes darted behind Squirrelflight and at the two approaching kits which were Leafpool's sons. Squirrelflight looked behind her and then glanced back at her sister, recognition and understanding flourishing her features.

"I know," she muttered. "And I'm sorry, Leafpool," The tip of tail touched Leafpool's shoulder as she turned and steered Jaykit and Lionkit back to the nursery.

Leafpool's gaze settled back on her clanmates and worry and fear clenched her heart.

I should warn them, at least let Firestar know of the danger that waits in the mist. I can't let the Clan's be ripped apart by…

What though? What was it exactly that would have the clan's killing each other over? A kit? The twoleg?

The image of two golden brown eyes stared at her through the darkness once more, Leafpool not sure whether they belonged to the kit or the twoleg.

And then she understood; the golden eyes belonged to both of them.

The sun blazed down on John as he walked slowly down the deserted street. Other than the occasional sound of a dog barking and the racket that Howard Smith and his loud and obnoxious friends were making in his house, the noise of loud chatter and music blaring out of his windows, the street was quiet. And although the noise annoyed John to no end, he couldn't be bothered to go over and make a noise complaint…couldn't be bothered to do anything actually.

Not since…

But before that horrible memory could flash in John's memory, what felt like the hundredth time, the despair and pain that had consumed him taking hold of him once more, reminding him why he felt the grip around his heart, why he almost felt his eyes clenching up with tears, falling and falling into the darkness, John halted, stopping himself from hitting something…furry?...on the ground in front of him.

He was pulled out of his despairingly miserable thoughts and realized he had turned a corner (One which led down to his house,) and could hear the shrieking sounds of a cat. He looked down and saw a grey-white furred young kitten, looking up with him with furry in its blue eyes, its back arched, its lips peeled back in a snarl, its mouth spitting constantly at John.

It's only startled cause it almost ran into me. It should watch where it's going if it doesn't want to get trampled over!

But even as John thought that and looked down into the strikingly hateful eyes of the feline, he knew that there was more to the kit's anger than just normal shock. It was almost as if the kitten didn't like him, personally. As if John had done something to warrant its hate-filled actions. But I haven't done anything to it! John returned the kit a hateful glare of his own, hoping the kit could see that the emotion he shown was mutual, his nostrils flaring as he did so, sending as much hate as he could in both actions.

John assumed the kitten must have picked up on his actions, for it narrowed its eyes, fell down into a crouch, pulling its hind legs in as tightly as it could, its tail swishing back and forth. Suddenly, it leaped forward and scratched John along his calf, with claws unsheathed. John let out a shriek of pain and pushed the kit away from him.

"What the hell?" he muttered through gritted teeth, falling to the ground and rubbing his wound with his hand. "Stupid little furball!"

The kitten gave one last anger filled shriek, hissed, turned, and darted away. And as it turned a corner, John was sure he heard a high voice squeal:

"That's what you get twoleg!"

But John assumed it was all in his head, or the blazing hot sun was getting the better if him, playing tricks on his mind. Pulling up the bottom part of jeans to reveal where the kit had wounded him, John saw a small grazed cut. The pain had subsided and kit hadn't drawn any blood. But John had to admit that the creature had done a good job in wounding him.

Why?. John thought as he pulled his jean leg back down and continued to slowly walk down the street. Why did it look at me with such hate, more hate than a usual cat, anyway? Why did it look at me as if…it knew me?

But John reminded himself that he knew the kitten; he had seen him when the feline had wondered the streets with a few of the other strays in the neighbourhood. They always roamed the streets looking for trouble; getting into trouble with dogs, stealing food left right and centre. Why did they think they owned the place? Why couldn't they stay out of trouble, causing people such much hassle and annoyance at their little antics? The kitten who attacked him only moments ago was the same kit John saw his kitten Shadow playfight with last night. They were making such a racket last night, John couldn't ignore them any longer, even with his window closed. He was gonna shout at them but as John stared at the two, the annoyance that had streamed through his body was replaced suddenly by a flood of sadness and grief, his eyes resting on the two.

Where the hell did that come from?, John had thought, surprised. The grey-white kit had left quite suddenly and his kit Shadow was left alone. The kitten's ear pricked and, quite quickly, his head turned and started up at John, his golden brown eyes connecting with his own. John pushed away from the window, not knowing what had happnened and why. It had to be all in his head. Yeah, that's right; his just so choked up with grief for Flower that his brain had started coming up with stuff…stuff that wasn't even there.

Was that more stuff my brain was making up?, he thought, as he the high squealed voice filled his head "That's what you get twoleg!" I don't care, he reasoned with himself, his fists clenching, teeth grinding. I don't care about anything else…only Flower….only her…

But as he thought this, the image of two golden eyes filled with sadness flashed in his mind, grief spread throughout his heart.

Those eyes…

Shadow…

- TO BE CONTINUED-

A/N:

And it's done!

While reading "The Power Of Three" arc, I was introduced to the Twolegplace cats and found out there was a she-cat called Flower who died and…it fitted all to well! In the first chapter I used the name "Flower" because it's the name of cat in my neighbourhood. But what are the chances that it would all fit so nicely. Fritz makes an appearance and Jugo, leader of the Twolegplace cats is mentioned.

OK, So this chapter turned out a lot different than I intended it, but oh well. I actually like this a lot better than what I had in mind; I was originally gonna keep the chapter to Shadow's perspective, but as I was writing, I realized it was gonna work. I like how this chapter has a perspective of three characters as it allows for you guys to be informed what's going on in different places and how things are coming along.

Also, I want to let you know that the writing style is a combination of Erin Hunter's and my own; I really wanted to keep it the books and I really enjoy how Erin Hunter reminds the readers of certain information, which is why I told you guys stuff that you already knew; Leafpool and Crowfeather being the parents of Lionkit, Jaykit and Hollykit.

I would also like to take this time and ensure you that the story will progress into the plot soon; Shadow and John being in the forest with the forest cats. I'm building things up to establish relationships and to build suspense, such as the prophecy from Spottedleaf to Leafpool. I have also hinted at something to do with John and his connections to cats. :)

Please review and tell me what you think so far. Do you like it so far? Anywhere I could improve? Anything would be helpful and I would be most appreciated to hear from you. Reviews will be used as motivational boosters to write more. :)

Anyway, see ya next time!