A Lost Traveler

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    Flamekit was not happy where she was. She ran away from her twolegs to find a new life somewhere else. She was wondering around the streets when she saw some forest around her. She wandered far into the forest, away from the streets. Flamekit needed food, really bad. She felt weak on her paws and stumbled around. She felt like going unconscious. She thought she lost all hope, when a group of cats emerged from the deep woods. She then went unconscious on the forest floor hoping they would see her and take her back to where the strange cats came from.

    "Oh me oh my," one of the cats, a blue silver tabby she-cat named Roseleaf muttered between clenched teeth as she dragged the kit toward the camp by her scruff.
    "Doesn't smell like Thunderclan," said a black tom named Ivorytooth. "This kit has a rather twoleg-ish scent to it. I wonder what happened to the little thing."

    Flamekit's hope was rising. She needed a new home. She was thankful for Roseleaf and Ivorytooth. She would repay them someday she promised herself. She let herself get dragged by the jaws of her hero. She knew she liked Roseleaf and Ivorytooth already.

    Ivorytooth shot a glance at the dangling kit. "It's awake," he noticed.
    "Hello kit," said Roseleaf lovingly. "Are you lost? What's your name?"

    "Well... My kittypet name was Bonkers, but after I ran away, I renamed myself Flamekit. I heard that cats in the forest have names at the end like kit and paw, and I wanted a name like that too... Where are we going?" Flamekit looked up at the two cats puzzled.

    Ivorytooth and Rosepaw shared glances for a second, worried. "Where have you heard that, Flamekit?" Ivorytooth asked her, urge behind his voice.
    'If the kittypets and the twolegs know that the clans live in the forest and discover our camp,' Roseleaf thought to herself in utmost worry, 'there will be chaos!'

    Flamekit looked scared for a moment and then said, "Well... My denmate, Oreo, went deep into the forest once and saw a bunch of cats, and heard them calling each other 'weird' names. Like Snowkit and Frostpaw. I think that those names are pretty cool. He raced back home to tell me though. He passed on a few weeks ago so I'm the only one who knows about this." Flamekit looked up and saw a lot of cats staring at her from a clearing. She hid between Roseleaf's legs. "W-Who are they....?" 'Ah! They look so scary!' Flamekit thought worriedly.' They must be where Roseleaf and Ivorytooth live!'

    Roseleaf looked up and met the piercing gazes of her clanmates. "They're the other cats, with whom we live. But they're not all too fond of kittypets, you know..."
    "Well, Flamekit," said Ivorytooth. "You're still just a kit, there must be something we can do for you."

    Ravenpine a jet black she-cat with bright pine eyes walked up to Flamekit. "Who are you?" She asked her voice like ice yet soft with the kindness of a mother. She smiled at the kit with a glitter of kind ness in her eyes.

    Flamekit gulped, then met her gaze. "W-well, I'm Flamekit. My other name was Bonkers... I used to be a kittypet." Flamekit looked down at her paws. She had stepped on something sharp. That however, was not as bad as the pain of admitting she used to be a kittypet."I passed out in the forest, Roseleaf and Ivorytooth came to save me. They took me here but I don't know where 'here' is...."

    "You see, the cats you heard before running away were clan cats. Here in this forest, there are four clans. Now you are in the Thunderclan Camp," Roseleaf explained.

    Ravenpine nodded. "You must be tired. You should rest. If you want I'll make you a nest." She said her voice fulled with the sweetness of a mother's.

    Ivorytooth stepped over to the fresh-kill pile and picked a mouse. "I don't know if you're on the kittypet food alreay instead of milk, but I promise you that this is the best thing ever compared to that icky Twoleg-made stuff."