Haii! I'm hoping that I can insert some more of our mystery pov! You might find out a bit more about them in this chappie, for they properly enter our story (sort of…)

(once this story is finished, I might make a SE for her…)

We got some more Ivykit, and then… more of the mystery pov… in which,.. You'll find out what their name is, and some interesting knowledge.

This chappie is a bit short! Enjoy though!

-Morning :D

I blinked open my eyes.

Everything still felt… painful.

Not so much as before- but still, painful.

Weakly, I lifted my head.

Panic surged through me.

I wasn't in the oak tree where I had lost consciousness.

I seemed to be… elsewhere.

Well, to start, it smelt… off.

Sort of like Twolegs.

Expect that there were none in sight.

I about to examine more of the odd room when…

A cat walked past me.

What struck me, was that he was carrying herbs.

He turned his head, and caught my eye.

"Oh good. Your awake!"

He said, in such a sweet tone it almost made me retch.

"I've brought some medicine- hopefully it shall help with those berries you ate."

I reluctantly took the herbs, though I didn't feel safe taking them.

What if they did something worse to me?

"Who are you? And where am I? Why does it smell like Twolegs?"

I croaked, pummeling him with questions.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I really should've introduced myself!"

The cat apologized.

"My name is Thyme!"

He gave a grin.

I jumped to my paws, ignoring the searing pain coming from my stomach.

"Are you a kittypet!? A loner? A rouge?"

I hissed, my fur standing on end.

"Er… I'm a cat?"

Thyme edged backwards.

I rolled my eyes, and sunk back into my nest.

"Where am I?"

I demanded, glaring at the tom.

"We don't have a name for this place… we are just a team of cats that heal injured cats, or let stray cats rest here."

Thyme mewed quietly.

"And why does it smell like Twolegs?"

I growled.

Should I trust this cat?

Perhaps he was giving me poison.

Glaring I lashed my tail back and forth.

"Twolegs used to live here… they're gone now, don't worry!"

Thyme reported, shrinking back a little.

My intimidating hiss seemed to working.

I felt like a warrior- despite being 5 moons old.

"Okay…"

I nodded slowly.

Should I be so forgiving?

Would a warrior give in so easily?

Would a warrior be beaten by a badger?

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

I was just a kit.

Just a kit.

"... can you eat your herbs… I want you to feel better."

Thyme asked awkwardly, dipping his head and scampering away.

I gazed disgusted at the green herbs.

As much as I wanted to throw them on the ground, I didn't.

Maybe it would get rid of my stomach pain quickly.

Sleepily, I munched on the herbs, recoiling from the horrible taste.

Sadly, there was no moss to help with the taste, and I had to endure it.

I swallowed hard, and lay back, closing my eyes.

Hopefully this would all work out.

Hopefully I would end up in WindClan again.

Hopefully I would see Hawkkit again.

Switching povs! Our mystery pov will no longer be a mystery soon… *le gasp*

Am excited… not that a lot of interesting stuff will be happening :(

Mystery POV!

I opened my eyes, slitting them against the harsh sunlight.

Yawning, I rolled onto my paws, wondering where Hurricane had gone.

Last night, he had been right by me, and now he wasn't.

Probably went hunting.

"G'morning."

Trixie's flat voice worked its way into my head.

"Morning."

I replied, flicking my tail to acknowledge her.

She let out a 'Hmph' and settled into her nest.

Meanwhile, I decided to watch the entrance to our base, and wait for Hurricane to arrive.

Hopefully he would bring back some prey.

At the sound of hurried pawsteps and the juicy scent of prey I stood up.

Hurricane was rushing in, dragging a plumb thrush behind him.

I raised my eyebrows, impressed at this catch.

My brother never really caught such good prey.

"You caught that?"

I motioned towards the large bird.

Hurricane hesitated, then nodded eagerly.

"W- er- I was lucky to catch it! It was wandering around in a field, and I managed to kill it!"

He smiled.

I narrowed my eyes, but gave a smile anyways.

"Great. We can share it then."

I replied.

"... I erm- wanted to eat it myself?"

The response sounded more like a question to me.

"Well, too bad, you're sharing with me."

Hurricane shuffled his paws, looking uncomfortable.

"Rosy… please..? I'll hunt for you later- I'll catch so much prey!"

I flinched at my name.

I hated that name.

Shuddering, I smirked doubtfully.

"Like you'll be able to catch a lot of prey."

I gave a half-hearted laugh, eyeing Hurricane.

"I will! I promise!"

He begged, his eyes pleading.

"... what's up?"

I raised an eyebrow.

Hurricane was acting so… edgy.

What was going on?

"N-nothing! You know what, I'm going to go back out hunting. Yep! Hunting it is! See ya sis!"

Stammering, he backed away, turning tail and sprinted away into the woods, his thrush trailing behind him.

"Somethin' wrong?"

I jumped as Trixie slid in next to me.

"Hurricane is being weird."

I didn't let my gaze sway from the spot Hurricane had been a few moments ago.

Trixie snorted with laughter.

"Hurricane is naturally weird… ya should know that by now. You see 'im more then I do."

She leaned back, her usual careless expression activated.

"Mhm."

I replied emotionlessly, and stalked off towards my den, leaving the annoying ginger tabby to do whatever she wanted.

Something was definitely wrong with Hurricane… I knew it.

I would figure out what was wrong with him.

And if no one wanted to help me at all…

Then so be it.