Italics(exceptional amount in this chappie), stuff...

*Checks stored chapters*

WHAT THE HECK!? TWO STORED CHAPTERS LEFT!?

*Thinks* That's the same amount we had when we first posted this story...

*Screams* NUUUUU! Naturethorn-neesan, if you're reading this, HELLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEE!

P.S.: This chapter only: line breaks are changing perspectives.

Written By: Windbritsle

Edited By: Naturethorn

Nightpaw woke up to darkness. She blinked rapidly and furrowed her whiskers, trying to remember what happened. There was… a huge leaf-wrap, the color of wheat and hay… A twoleg… No, two twolegs… So dark, so dark inside the leaf-wrap… I'm captured! She flinched with wide eyes at the realization and sat up, only to bang her head against something hard. Narrowing her eyes to gather light, she could barely make out branches of shiny mesh, silver, the color of Fuzzball's fur. Why Fuzzball, not Moonpaw? She wondered. Shaking the thought from her head, she crouched and started pondering, her head working harder than a hive of bees. I need to get out of here. Are there any exits? She looked around. ...No good. All silver branches. She pressed a paw against one piece and tried to put pressure on it; it refused to budge. Can I squeeze out? She measured the openings with her whiskers. A little too narrow. She tried pushing the branches with her shoulder; but again, it was as solid as a boulder.

I'm trapped. She thought grimly after more attempts at escaping. Now I can only wait for a cat to rescue me… If they ever come. She sighed and tucked her paws under her chest. Best that she preserves her energy until help arrives.

On the other side of the forest, Icestar was loping over grass and through bushes, an angry Fuzzball right at his tail. "I don't need you to escort me. Plus, you're in front of me." The tom hissed to the older. Icestar, however, just cast Fuzzball a dirty look, like he was looking at a pile of carrion, picked on by crows. The younger just rolled his eyes and bit his lower lip, giving the rest of the walk room for silence. Finally, Icestar burst out in anger, "I knew you were no good! I trusted you, and you, you-" He seemed at a loss of words for a while. "... we lost three members, you traitor! Three!" Fuzzball just narrowed his eyes. Icestar knows its not true. He thought. Why does he blame me? I did nothing wrong. He wanted to stop thinking, but his mind refused and kept piecing the puzzle together. He has been bitter towards me since the very beginning… Then, a crazy and frightening hypothesis came to his mind. What if… What if… I heard, or saw, or knew something… That I wasn't supposed to? Suddenly, everything fit into place. Icestar's word with him when he was first there, Leaftail and Grassheart's fighting without punishment, how Icestar always sneers at him, how he accused Fuzzball for leading the twolegs, his urgent exile, and lastly the death of Yellowdawn blamed on him…

His eyes widened in realization. Icestar is trying, very hard, to get him out of the clan! But why? He silently questioned. What have I to offer that makes the clan leader so desperate?

That was when the yowl from a twoleg followed by a screech of a cat tore him from his thoughts.

Nightpaw hung on to the hairless paw like it was the last piece of prey in the entire world. The twoleg had somehow made the place lighted, and pulled away a section of her prison after fiddling with what seemed like a really large piece of silver hard-branch fruit. One twoleg stuck their paw in, and Nightpaw snapped her jaws on one outstretched toe and bit with all her strength. The twoleg let out a startled scream, and pulled his paw out. She struggled and clawed the smooth skin with all fours, her eyes wild. The twoleg roared in rage and pain and brought his other paw down on her spine hard. The apprentice let out a eerie caterwaul and was slammed to the ground. The twoleg quickly pinned her down with a hind leg. Unable to attack through all the paw-cover fur, the black she-cat repeatedly let out cries in hopes of getting help. She heard the twolegs pass a few rapid murmurs. "Quite the feisty one." "I wonder if anyone would pay for a dangerous black cat?" One of the twolegs looked at her, making the she-cat unsettled. "Look at her fur. Not one out of place. Her eyes are beautiful, too. If no rich wants her, the catfighters would want her."

"All right. I hope we didn't do all this for nothing." Nightpaw did not know what the twolegs were saying, but judging from the twisted grins on their flat, furless faces, she knew it would probably be not very pleasant.

And at her despairing moment, help came.

With a screech of rage, Fuzzball charged through the open door to the box-den and jumped at the other twoleg, his claws raking down its hind leg. The twoleg let out a scream, and he flailed his leg, trying to swing the silver tabby off. The other twoleg just watched on with Nightpaw under his hind paws, letting out yowls. "Don' kill it, Rudd! 'Tis one good lookin' feline!" Then he reached out and tried to grab the tom. "Icestar!" The former kittypet let out a wail. "We need you!"

Hollyflower crouched outside her den, her eyes fixed on the swirling clouds. Her mind traveled to everything she saw and knew. Please. She bit her lower lip as her head fixed on a single cat: Icestar. Please, don't make any more mistakes, Icefur!

The leader, hearing the cry, hesitantly stalked up, then after a moment of freezing in his tracks, he made up his mind and leapt at the twoleg pinning Nightpaw. In a moment of panic, the twoleg tried to balance, glancing around while Nightpaw let out a pained whimper before darkness swamped over her. "Nightpaw!" Fuzzball caterwauled in fury after hearing a crack, clearly coming from the direction of Nightpaw. Icestar, on the other paw, had nearly died from fear. No, no, no… His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he bit with all his might. The twoleg let loose a wail of agony, flung Icestar off and made for the exit, nearly stepping on the helpless apprentice. The other twoleg shouted in anger at seeing his partner escape, and ran away alongside.

After staggering on his paws for a while, Fuzzball hurried to his fellow apprentice's side. She was unconscious, a small pool of blood gathered around her mouth. Her shining black fur was ruffled and rubbed backwards in some places, and she had a irregular jutting from her hide. Icestar stood beside him, letting the tom examine the she-cat. "We've got to take her back…" The older tom suggested faintly, lost at what to do. Fuzzball shook his head. "Don't you see?" He whispered softly, his sorrowful eyes betraying his feelings. "It's a internal injury." The tom leapt to his paws. "Herbs won't do it." He meowed. "She needs a medicine two-no, housefolk. Or as we kittypets call it," He turned to the ThunderClan leader, his eyes anger-filled at the twolegs and Icestar. "...A veterinarian."

Moonpaw woke up with bright lights all around her. Her shoulder stung like a thousand bees were stinging it, but she hardly noticed as she was busy trying to learn where she was. She could barely remember charging into the twolegplace, then… she remembered with a pang. I was sent flying by a monster! She nearly burst with fear. She was not in a natural place! There were mini suns all around her, pointing towards her, but there was something mushy yet sturdy at the same time on her hurt shoulder. She turned her head in hopes of licking it off, but frowned when she saw that there was some sort of soft, white bark in the way. Might as well wait until I'm healed, she thought bitterly.

In front of her were two bowls, one of which was filled with stale-smelling, metallic water, and the other smelling like nothing but looking suspiciously like rabbit droppings. Is that kittypet food Fuzzball told me about? She wondered and carefully rolled a piece in her mouth. As soon as she tasted it, she spat it out. It tasted horrible! Like chewing on a clump of dirt after bathing it in monster scent. I would really like some fresh-kill right now… She thought, sighing and licking her lips. Suddenly, movement caught her eye and she stilled. In front of her, a twoleg walked past, pushing something resembling a huge, boxy spider with a pile of limp black fur on top. She narrowed her eyes, then before the thought had completely processed, she realized that she had yowled out loud.

"Nightpaw!?"