![]() ![]() “Try me!” Rusty scoffed playfully, shifting from paw to paw. “Whoa there, kittypet, perhaps you’re not as tame as I thought.” The long-haired tom meowed, amazed. Greypaw struggled free and shook himself out. He knew that Bluestar wouldn’t allow anyone to kill another cat, kittypet or not. He didn’t want to hurt Greypaw, and besides, this was a test. He lunged as soon as he got free, claws sheathed. The thick-furred tom was still a kitten, but there was a lot more fur to go through. So he let himself be thrown to the side and scratched a bit before flipping onto his back and heaving Greypaw off. He wasn’t trained yet and there was no way he’d show up his best friend. Or more accurately, Greypaw lunged for him. He didn’t get far when he ran into Greypaw. ![]() So he padded deeper into the forest, taking in the sights and sounds as the town melted away. Definitely not good on his first day out, but he could always avoid it. He froze when a dark red shape flitted past the corner of his eye. The forest was exactly as he remembered, and he missed it so. He was one step closer to his old life, one step closer to ThunderClan. ![]() “I hope so.” Rusty chuckled as he hopped down once more. You’re so clever I bet you could take those wildcats on any day.” Smudge nodded reluctantly and nuzzled Rusty’s cheek. “You’ll always be my first friend, Smudge, but if I don’t see what’s out there, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” He insisted. “Even if that’s true, I’ll never forget you.” He insisted. Rusty sighed and hopped back onto the fence, pressing his pelt against the other tom’s. “Don’t go, Rusty, I’ll never see you again!” Smudge wailed. “Henry hasn’t been out there a day in his life.” Rusty drawled. “Haven’t you heard what Henry says about the wild cats?! It’s dangerous for house cats to be out there!” They’d known each other since they were first allowed outside, and Rusty knew that some part of him would miss Smudge. Smudge had been a good old friend, like the kind that Greystripe and Dustpelt would become. “You should get down there before you hurt yourself.” Firest- no, Rusty, insisted. Sure enough, he glanced up to see the black-and-white tom balancing ungracefully on the fence. If he didn’t get answers, he’d have to find them himself. He sighed and leaped to the ground on the opposite side of the fence. “StarClan, can you even hear me?” He whispered, searching the stars for a sign that someone, anyone, was listening. He had no hope of ever getting his old life back. All the same, this body hadn’t trained a day in his life before he woke up this evening. This was him at six moons old, with all the knowledge of his life as a warrior and eventual leader of ThunderClan. He made his dirt under the old purple ever-sweet plant before taking his place atop the fence post to the garden. Mind made up, he stepped through his old cat door to find that it was nighttime. If this was some weird place between StarClan and the Dark Forest where he got to fix his mistakes before he moved on, he would go through with it and hope for the best. He’d just have to see what happened this time. They gave Brokentail and Tigerclaw nine lives too… Is this… was he not good enough for StarClan? He thought he’d shed his ties to the Twoleg world for good! This was a couple days before he was invited to the Clans! But why was he back here? He’d always thought he’d be going to StarClan, with Bluestar and Whitestorm and Lionheart. In fact, this looked like the very same carpet… and he probably had a bell, which meant a collar. He glanced down to find himself sleeping on a carpet, something he hadn’t seen since his days as a kittypet. Wait, since when did he rattle when he moved?! ![]() Sandstorm… he’d miss her with all of his heart, and now. “You weren’t supposed to waste your life on this!” She’d insisted. The last thing he recalled was his mate’s horror-stricken face. Tigerclaw was dead once and for all, and the Dark Forest cats were gone. The ginger tom snapped awake with a terrified yowl, collar rattling wildly as he jerked and flailed. ![]()
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