A/N:

I'm back! :)

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed/faved/alerted this fanfic story so far. I appreciate it greatly.

Sorry you've all had to wait so long for the next chapter; just been busy and working on other fanfic stories. Anywho, Chapter 3 is here for your reading enjoyment!

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 Priosner

Chapter 3
Barriers That Keep Us Separated

"FireStar, may I speak to you? It's very important..."

"StarClan?"

Leafpool gave a nod, her tail swishing nervously.

The ThunderClan leader gazed upon the medicine cat, looked her up and down, as though reading her body language would signal how "important" the topic of discussion was, as though he were reading her, looking deeper than what she showed on the outside.

Leafpool couldn't help but feel proud; her father, this cat with the flame-coloured fur, after his namesake, FireStar, leader of ThunderClan, had always been such an insightful and understanding individual.

Finally, what felt like moons later, FireStar gave his daughter an understanding nod and sighed "Very well. Follow me,"

He trotted in the direction of his den on Highrock, his tail touching Leafpool's shoulder, indicating her to follow him. She did and both cats walked across the ThunderClan gorge, passing many members of the clan as they did so. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Squirrelflight watching her with curious eyes. Leafpool ignored her.

As the darkness of FireStar's den hit her eyes, she recoiled slightly at the sudden change in lighting, but after a moment or two, her eyes adjusted and saw that her father was already sitting comfortably in his nest, waiting for her, his green eyes resting on her form.

"H-How did you know I wanted to speak to you in private?" Leafpool asked, despite herself, and though she suspected the answer, she wanted confirmation.

FireStar mrrowed as though she had read her mind and found the whole thing hilarious. "You're my daughter," he answered in a light voice. "I could tell straight away that something was bothering you, that you seemed...troubled."

"You're not far off," Leafpool replied, her head lowering somewhat. "StarClan have sent me a sign, but I don't know how to interrupt it,"

"Tell me what the sign is and maybe we can interrupt it together,"

And so Leafpool told the ThunderClan leader all that she had experienced in that terrifying dream that Spottedleaf had shown to her, a vision of a future to come, of all the clans at war, loved ones dying, a black kit and a twoleg both sharing the same eyes, both speaking as one.

Once she was finished, a silence lingered in the darkness, FireStar looking as though he was deep in thought, his green eyes looking down at the den floor. After a minute of two, he slowly looked back up and asked in a low serious voice:

"Have you told anyone about this?"

"No. Fear held me back, FireStar. I didn't think anyone else should know, but I couldn't just sit back and stay silent; I had to tell someone, and I knew it had to be you,"

"Not Squirrelflight?"

Shake of the head. "I love my sister, but what good would it do to tell her? It would only worry her and by the end of the day, everyone in the entire clan will know. There will be chaos..."

"Calm down,"

"I feel the safety of the clan on my shoulders and I don't know what else I can do! What if this is the end? What if-?"

And out of nowhere, in the darkness of the den, Leafpool felt warmth engulf her, comfort her at once. Startled and surprised, she lifter her head and saw the colour of fire, of warmth, like the sun, the fur of her father's. She felt a tongue rasp over her head and a soft voice by her ear:

"The safety of the clan is not yours alone. I am leader and I must do all I can to protect this clan. I'm glad you've told me. It was the right thing to do,"

Leafpool felt her father step back and the warmness which accompanied him too left her side.

"Thank you, FireStar," She said in a calm voice looking into the soft features of his green eyes. And though they were soft on the surface, Leafpool could tell that her father felt just as fearful and troubled as she did.

"I think it would be best if we kept this to ourselves for the time being," The ThunderClan leader said, as he settled back down in his nest. "Your visit to the Moonpool with the other medicine cats is tomorrow night, yes?"

"It is. I was wondering if I should tell them what I told you here..."

"Medicine cat business is none of my business as you know, and whatever is spoken between medicine cats from rival clans is all restricted between your bond. You may tell them, but if you do, do you think such news will reach the ears of their clan leaders?"

Leafpool stayed silent as she really didn't know the answer to that question, a question which she had inwardly asked herself all day, not knowing, if any of the other medicine cats would tell their leader. If she was in their paws and she heard such grave news, she knew she would tell FireStar in a heartbeat.

"The decision is yours. It seems as though this vision, this sign from StarClan, is one in which incorporates all of the clans. Perhaps the other medicine cats had a similar sign to yours. My advice to you is to wait and see, see what comes, and perhaps another sign would shine more light on how to interrupt this vision,".

"Thank you, FireStar," Leafpool thanked, bowing her head to the ThunderClan leader, but even though she sincerely, genuinely felt gratitude towards her fathers' advice, her head was still felt clouded. "I will take what you have said on board,"

"Anytime, Leafpool," FireStar replied in a soft voice, but as much as he tried to hide his anxiety of the situation in front of them all, Leafpool could see his tail swishing, like hers, erratically. "If it would help, I think you should confide within your sister as well. After all, this is a problem that will all may need to face sometime soon..."

Leafpool swished her tail in answer. "I think I'll be going back to my duties now. I've left Ferncloud to look after Hollykit in the medicine den,"

"Very well," FireStar said, closing his eyes and opening them again. "Back to your duties,"

Leafpool bowed her head once more and beckoned her father goodbye. As she turned and trotted towards the den entrance, she could just about hear the ThunderClan leader whisper in a troubled voice:

"What am I to do?"

The same troubled question scampered around in her head, like a mouse she would never be able to catch...

"John…please let me in…"

"Go away, kit! Just let me study in peace,"

Although the kitten expected such a response from his housefolk, the twoleg male who had hardly come out of his room in the past few months, (He came out occasionally to make dirt in, what the twoleg's called the "bathroom" and went down to grab some twoleg food from the room where all the food was stored in those wooden boxes on the walls….A "kitchen" is what they called it, Shadow still felt his breathe escape through his leaps in a huge sigh, felt his stomach ache just a little upon hearing the words from the other side of the "door".

Shadow, for the most part, had tried all he could to persuade John out of his nest room; cheering him up and telling him everything was goanna be OK, that he and him could be friends, that they could share secrets with each other, that they could go out into the back garden and just play a game of tag, or maybe have a play fight like he and his friend Fritz played when every the occasion to turned up. The possibilities was endless, and though Shadow didn't quite understand the games that twolegs played, he was sure that John would be a natural at all the games cats plays. If only he would listen…

But no matter how much Shadow mewed and bagged, the door between stayed firmly shut, closed and never opening, John on one side and Shadow on the other.

"Will I ever be able to break through this barrier?" Shadow whispered to himself, looking up at the wooden door with a glare. He concluded that these things twoleg's called "doors" had no use in his life; they were nothing but a nuisance and far as he were aware, did nothing bt separate people from their loved ones, separating them from the rest of the world, from their family.

"Please, John…" Shadow said, a little desperation entering his voice, scratching at the barrier in front of him. "I don't like this thing in front of me…in front of you…." But there was another barrier Shadow was referring too as well; it couldn't be seen, but he knew it was there, and he was sure John knew it existed too; he had to, for he was the one who made it. "Open…"

"How can I finish my homework with you constantly mewling like that?"! John screeched back, so suddenly and full with anger, Shadow didn't expect it and jumped slightly, startled, and recoiled back with fearful eyes. "Now shut it and let me be!"

It was the fourth time he had scared him, the fourth time in which he had pushed him back, but not only physically. Shadow was sure he would do it again and he was sure he would be just as startled, just as afraid as he was the first time, the fifth time being no different. If John thought he was going to back down, going to give up on him just from being startled a few times, John had it all wrong, cause although each time he was afraid, each time his eyes grew with fear, his body shaking, his paws itching to flee, he held firm, he held his ground, he had to continue this fight with John, because if John wasn't going to fight for himself, who would?

A moment went by and nothing happened. Shadow just looked at the door, glaring at it, wishing it to be gone, to be open, to never be there at all. But wishing would do nothing, and Shadow had learned that notion from an early age. If you wanted something done, only you could make it happen, only you could help yourself, only you could ensure that you would survive.

Shadow shock his head, terrifying and miserable memories filling his head. Now was not the time to think of the past, to think of what had occurred. His future was in front of him, a future he knew which would be so bright and happy, was behind a barrier and then another barrier. It was had to grab, hard form him to get his claws around it, but wanted it so badly, just out of his reach.

"John….I-I just wanted to let you know that….I'm not giving up….I can't….not since…"

"I'm ignoring you!" John threw back in a very sing-song voice, hitting Shadow right in the voice at full force. The sound of clicking and….Shadow couldn't describe it….like little "hitting sounds"….could be heard on the other side, John clearly not listening, not paying any attention to Shadow at all.

"You might have given up on yourself, but I haven't," Shadow continued to say, hoping it was loud enough for John to hear, cause although he knew the twoleg was ignoring him, he didn't care; he had to tell him this, cause he had to know, cause he deserved to know. "Your sad and upset, and I want to help…if you would let me. Just let me try….please," And Shadow hoped that he could hear his desperation, his gentleness, the strength in his voice, the scratching at the door.

"We could have so much fun…"

Silence greeted the kitten and Shadow was surprised from learning this. There was no more shuffling of papers, the clicking and the tapping. All there was was silence. And Shadow was surprised even further that silence, not hearing anything at all, as a response, was more hurtful than John's screeches. If anything, he'd rather be screeched at than….this.

Shadow had been hit a fifth time, and he was wrong, wrong in what he had predicted. He wasn't as afraid as he was the previous times….no; it had hurt him more than all the previous times combined.

If anything, he'd rather be screeched rather than…this.

Shadow sighed realizing he had made things worse.

John had put up another barrier and the future that looked so bright, now looked doubtful and harder to reach than ever before.

No mewing, not meowing, no scratching at the door….

Good, John thought, hoping the kit had finally given up in trying to enter his bedroom. Finally some peace and quiet….

But once the silence had settled, once it reached his ears, he realized how eerie it actually was, how alone he felt, how isolated and cold, how no-one knew how he felt. And just when he thought he would be celebrating at his accomplishment, now that silence had returned, the notion of wanting noise to return, for that annoying kitten to meow and mew at his front door, didn't seem like a bad idea at all.

Because now he felt it, like a wave crashing the shoreline, the impact, the sorrow, the feeling of it spreading through his body. He hated it all. Hated everything about it.

Damn. Why couldn't he shake off this feeling?

He missed her. Wanted her back, even though he knew that was impossible.

Feeling slightly angry and frustrated with himself, he collapsed onto his bed with a mighty "THUD!", picked up a pillow and pushed it into his face, screaming all his anger and sadness out.

I wish, he thought, a sudden feeling of tiredness washing over him. I wish it would stop…

John awoke feeling the softness of his mattress beneath him, felt warmth bathing his chest, the smell of leaves and tress hitting his nostrils, the sound of leaves rustling against the grass as the wind brushed across his skin…

Wait, leaves? Smell of trees? Warmth?

With his heart beating ever faster, John opened his eyes and was greeted by a dazzling light, but as he put a hand to his head to shield his eyes, the source of the light wasn't coming from his bedroom light as he had hoped to see, but instead came from the sun itself.

He had hoped that he had been hallucinating all that stuff, that his senses were playing tricks on him, that he wasn't fully awake and had imagined it all, but when he looked around, those hopes had quickly been dashed, like the wind breezing through as it pushed leaves across the grass.

John's fears were realized as he looked around and discovered that he was in fact not in his bedroom no longer, but in an open clearing, surrounded by tall majestic trees the sounds of wildlife, creeping and lurking just beyond, the tweeting of birds from above, the scattering of mouse by the tree to his right, the smell of flowers and grass and dung and mud…

A million questions raced in John's mind; how did he get here? Why was he here? Maybe he had been abducted? Perhaps someone had kidnapped him? What was he to do? Where was this sick bastard? Maybe there was more than one. And as these thoughts cramped and screamed in his mind, causing his heart-rate to increase, for his forehead to sweat, for his palms to become clammy, for his sense to enhance, alerted if the creepo would jump on him, he slowly stood and looked around where he stood.

"Hello?" He started, wondering if the kidnapped was stupid enough to reply back.

Nothing. Hmm….guess they're not stupid, which was bad news for John.

"Just come on out, sicko!" John shouted, his hands clenching into fists, ready for any attack. "I don't want any-!"

The sound of soft laughter reached his ears, but it sounded weird, as though it wasn't…normal. It was a different kind of laughter. Startled, John turned around to face the newcomer, his fists still up and ready to attack if need be. But what John saw in front of him made his entire body freeze in fear, shock, relief and happiness.

"You always think the worse scenario, don't you?"

A whirlwind of emotions was attacking him and John realized that the newcomer had attacked him, but not in a way he had anticipated.

"I don't have much time to talk to you; they said I can't stay long. I'm not supposed to be here. But I must warm you John; you need to know…"

The newcomer stepped forward and looked John right in the eyes…

"Don't go into the forest. A future of pain and suffering will await you there. You will be treated as the enemy…"

Suddenly, it turned dark and the sun that had shone bright above, was now replaced with the moon, the blue sky replaced by night, the tall majestic tress seemed to grow taller, the leaves fell, and were left bare, like winter had hit all at once.

"And when you have no-one to turn to, when you are alone, a tragedy will occur,"

A dark shade of red covered the clearing, the pitter-patter of rain drops hit the decaying grass….

"Stay away from the forest where clan cats dwell…"

The newcomer stepped closer and was but inches away from John's face.

"For I love you too much…"

A kiss on the nose and the newcomer stepped away, and started to fade away, smiling at him all the while. It felt as though she was moving further and further away, but in truth, it was he, John, who was moving, who was swishing by the trees as the grew all around him, the branches outstretched like claws, the darkness sweeping him in, pushing him away, pushing him back, flying back to reality…

"Good luck…"

Away from her….

No…

John awoke on his bed panting, his clothes drenched in his own sweat, his heart racing, his heart full with dread, with sadness, with…happiness?

Was that real? Did that really happen? But it was a dream…it couldn't have been real…could it?

Good luck, those words rang in John's mind like a chime, like a soft note in a symphony. What did she mean? What was she talking about? Oh…why didn't he reply back? Why did his mind just had to go into a state of shock?! Why couldn't have spoken to her longer?

John blinked, not realizing he had already gotten to his feet and was looking out of his window, past his back garden and towards the tall majestic trees in the forest that lay beyond his garden walls.

Stay away from the forest where clan cats dwell…

What do you mean? A forest full with cats…?

I don't get it.

I don't get it, Flower…

-TO BE CONTINUED-

A/N:

And another chapter is done!

And slowly but surely the story progress, with a bit of suspense and characterization! The main objective in this chapter was to show how there are barriers between characters and how some want to break them, this point being shown in the scene between Leafpool and FireStar where she talks to her father in order to find an answer in dealing with the vision she had foreseen from StarClan; although FireStar showed her encouragement, even he wasn't honest with his feelings to her, of how nervous and anxious he feels. Barriers are shown between John and Shadow's relationship, how John pushes Shadow away where Shadow wants to help heal his heart and just be happy with him. And last but not least, is shown in John and Flower's relationship, with Flower being dead and John alive, both can't be with each other.

So we have another message, but this time from cat to twoleg. What do you think of Flower's message to John? Pretty dark and ominous, ehh? Don't worry; its goanna get just as dark and ominous from here on out.

There are hints of Shadow's past which may or may not be further seen in future chapters.

Turned out different to what I had in mind, but works all the same. I hit Writer's Block a few times but I was able to get over those "barriers" lol XD. Wrote this chapter in the space of a few days.

I would just like to thank "Warrior of The Forest" for sending me a PM and encouraging me to write this chapter. Thanks a lot man! :)

Please leave a review of what you think of the story so far! It will help to keep me motivated and encouraged to keep on writing! Thank you so much! :)

Until next time peeps!

~mpkio2~