A/N: Sorry this is a bit late. My brother has been hogging up the computer and school has gotten in the way...

Thanks to my reviewers: Fennykynn, bluefrost of RiverClan, Stormfeather of LakeClan, Wishheart01, Dragonflywing, and xWillowsongx of RiverClan!

And I would like to thank those who pointed out that it's field, not feild! Thank you! I'm going to go back through it and fix every one of those, just give me a second.

I hope the P.O.V's in this chapter aren't that confusing. Remember the prologue with Nadia's daughter Nimble and Rezkin's son, Akain. ;)

Chapter Five: Nothing Good

No, she didn't want to be here. But this was her only chance to get her daughter back. She knew that much, but she also knew that she was putting her daughter's life on the line by being here. It was hard enough to get out of the twolegplace without his cronies seeing her… when they realized she was gone they would automatically look at the clans for her. She was skinny, mangy, and torn. Stress always did that to her, and when you added up the conditions that she had been living in it would do that to anybody.

"Nadia?" Feathersky called softly.

She looked away from the medicine cat's gaze, instead focusing on the stone wall of the back of the den.

"Nadia, what happened?" Feathersky asked again.

Fear raced through every limb of her body and she attempted to work up the courage to answer the ForestClan cat's question. Finally Feathersky left when she realized that she wouldn't be getting an answer out of the loner. She blinked and turned around in her nest, the bright sunlight temporarily blinding her. A dark form blocked out the light and the scent of prey infiltrated the den. He laid a squirrel down in front of her.

He took a deep breath, "Hi, I don't know if you remember me but I was Blizzardstar's apprentice, Ravenpaw. But I'm now Ravenheart."

She barely nodded, but continued to refuse to say a word.

"I knew your daughter, Nimble," his voice shook slightly.

Nadia's yellow eyes narrowed.

"And we had a hunting contest once. And she beat me," Ravenheart continued, "She caught this huge squirrel- the largest I've ever seen. It was twice the size of that one," he motioned to the prey he had brought in.

Her heart beat faster and she finally whispered, barely a wisp on the air, "Rezkin took her. Revenge. On you. He wants me to tell. About you."

Ravenheart's mint green eyes closed for a moment, but when they opened they burnt with unquenchable fire, "Thank you."

P.O.V: Akain

"Akain, it's time to say hi to our little friend and see how she's enjoying her new home."

"Yes, father," he walked alongside the dark gray tom.

Akain smirked; his father was so clueless about his whereabouts. Once again they entered the broken form of the burnt twoleg den. She was struggling once again, her yowls echoing throughout the prison. It almost made Akain shutter, but instead a grin formed on his face as he approached the broken door. He couldn't let his father know his true feelings. The two bulky guards moved out of the way, allowing Akain and his father inside. Her yellow eyes narrowed and her expression hardened. Her claws were unsheathed, bare and noticeable on the hard ground.

Akain's father lumbered up towards her, his muscles rippling under his thick gray pelt. He made her look like a dwarf as he stood beside her.

"Well, it looks like your mother doesn't care about you," His father growled in her ear.

"She does," the young she-cat hissed, her body tensing.

"Oh, you're a brave one for sure. But also a very, very, stupid one," he raised his paw and tumbling across the room with a sharp blow to her head.

She pushed herself back up onto her paws, glaring at him.

The gray tom flicked his tail, "Have fun, Akain, I have a meeting with Drake and Fang. I'll see you later."

"Coward," the she-cat hissed.

His father snarled, "I don't think you're in a position to be saying that."

"At least I'm brave enough to, Rezkin," her back arched.

Rezkin rolled his eyes, "I'll see you later, Akain. "

"Of course, father," Akain dipped his head, "Should I send one of the guards to go get something for her to eat?"

"No," Rezkin's reply was solid, "She insulted us. She won't be eating tonight."

Akain watched as his father left, making sure that he was long gone before he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked over at the skinny black she-cat. She had put on a brave face against Rezkin, but now her legs shook and her eyes were squinting in pain.

"Nimble?" Akain took a step forward.

"Stay away from me," she hissed.

He growled and leaped over, landing only a tail length away from her. Her paw shot out, barely catching him on the nose before she crumpled into a heap on the floor.

"I told you to stay away," she hissed between clenched teeth.

Akain rubbed the blood off of his nose with one paw, "Oh… if Rezkin sees that we'll both be dead."

"I'm already dead, either way."

"Rezkin said that if your mother tells him about the clans then he'll let you both go," Akain's tail swished back and forth on the dusty ground.

Her eyes closed and her breathing began to even out, "Wrong. You want to destroy the clans as much as your father."

"I-" his eyes focused on her gently rising flank.

She had a certain charm to her. Enchanting, was how he would describe it. She was so brave; you could never read her emotions off of her eyes like most cats. Her skinny black frame was dusty now, but he remembered when they had first captured her. Her fur was sleek and shiny, her paws a perfect, spotless white. And she was so elegant and graceful- even when fighting.

"I have to go," he hissed, "Sleep well, prisoner. "

P.O.V: Nimble

Sleep well, prisoner. Sleep well, prisoner. Sleep well.

She jerked awake, her nightmare shattering as the dim light hit her sensitive eyes. She began to pace back and forth.

Nimble! We'll just make a little deal. Nimble! Stay away from me! I'm already dead, either way. You just want to destroy the clans as much as your father! Nimble! It looks like your mother doesn't care about you. Isn't that right, Nimble?

She shook her head, attempting to clear it from the tumbling thoughts. No. Her mother did care. She wasn't going to die. She would find some way to escape. She wouldn't rot away in here. A rainstorm was coming; she knew it just by the scent of the air. It was perfect cover. She slunk forward, her paws barely grazing the ground. The first guard's solid form appeared in front of her. His ears perked as an old floor board creaked under her paws. She tensed, her muscles bunching underneath her. Nimble leaped.

The guard swung around, hitting her out of the air with a flailing paw. Nimble twisted around in midair and landed on her paws. He snarled at her.

"Stay back, unless you want to be dead," the guard hissed.

"Attack me!" she yowled.

Nimble studied the young pale gray-and-white she-cat infront of her.

"Come on, Nimble!" the she-cat yowled again.

Nimble waited for a moment, her shoulder sagging.

Her enemy relaxed for a moment, thinking that the black she-cat had given up.

"Aww. Nim-" she was cut off as Nimble surged forward pinning her to the ground.

"Did I do it right, Emberpaw?" Nimble asked.

Emberpaw flicked her tail, "I think so. So, when are you going to join the clan, Nimblepaw?"

Nimble shook her head, "Sorry, Em, but I don't think a clan is for me."

Nimble's eyes darkened at the memory, but as she glared at the guard it was hard to keep a smile from forming on her face. She dropped her shoulders, defeated.

"No," she whispered, turning to go back into the depths of the dark den.

Suddenly she twirled around and leaped on top of the guard, this time shoving him down to the ground. Her jaws clamped around his scruff and she knocked his head on the ground. A weight landed on her side and she clenched her teeth against the pain as the second guard swept his claws over her face. Nimble lunged forward as quickly as a snake and grabbed his leg, tearing it from underneath him. She leaped forward, out into freedom, and raced into the night.

She was free. Nothing was in her way now. Her mother would be safe. She would be safe. The clans would be safe.

But nothing good could last forever. And this was one of those things.

A/N: That is Chapter Five! I hope you enjoyed it!

I am seriously enjoying writing this book! It has so much action and plot to it!

Chapter Question: If you were Nimble, having just broken out of the prison, what means would you use to get out of the town safely?

1) Wait until night, then sneak out unnoticed.

2) Hide in the twoleg dens and befriend a twoleg.

3) Jump on a 'monster' and wait until it leaves the town.

4) Stroll out of there like you're the boss!

~Willow