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Beyond the Clan known as AspenClan's territory was a young feline. This cat is not your ideal hero, but she was the key to commencing a newer life. The cat of which, was not even at the age of an apprentice - she was five moons.

In those five moons, the young mouser had memorized the the whole area of where she lived in - the twoleg place - and would give new housecats a tour throughout her home. The kitten was contentedly a housecat, showing off her sky blue collar and the bell that chimed every time she'd lay her paw forward.

The feline was very altruistic and benevolent, she'd never even dare to think anything rude of anyone. Being kind hearted, however, comes with its flaws. The young cat has become gullible, believing every little lie one would say. Alas, many felines talked about her behind her back and said that she was planning to start up a malicious faction of cats that'd get sucked into her trap, so she had no friends. While she was giving the tour, the mousers would creep up and whisper into the newcomer's ears that she was secretly a vile cat, then for the rest of the tour the settler would be anxious and would leave quickly once it's over.

The young cat was lonely, she had nobody but her housefolk. She was glad the old upwalker couple took her into their lovely nest. It was her home; it was where she was loved and cared for. She was euphoric in such a delightful home, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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It was a ravishing day, the sun shone brightly and there were no clouds to cover up the polychromatic sky. A milky she-cat hopped onto the fence, ready to start her day. She focused on the low roof of a nest, then leapt onto it, careful not to fall off. Her ivory ears with ebony tips turned as she heard the mewling of gossiping cats from the shadows. She couldn't tell what they were saying, nor did she care; she was too busy searching for new cats in the twolegplace.

The young mouser crawled on top of a box, leading to another roof that she carefully hopped onto. Complacent, she sat down and watched the radiant sunrise, her body a silhouette against the varicolored sky. A purr rumbled in her colorless chest, the sky reflecting in her deep blue optics.

She watched the scene from the top of the roof, her black tail curling over her paws. She felt as she was lost in time, observing the dawn firmament. "Hey, Bubbles!" She jolted back to the present the moment she heard that, and turned around.

"Hi, Russel," she mewed, smiling at the russet tom behind her, "it's a lovely morning, isn't it?"

Russel stepped forwards and stood beside her, his lips curled into a snarl, "No." She tilted her head and looked up at the older cat, a shocked expression in her face. As he turned to glare at her, she swiveled her head to look back at the sunrise. The tawny tom was not owned by an upwalker, nobody asked where his upwalkers were. He had many scars that manifested a bright pink, and though he wasn't even that old, his voice came out in rasps. Bubbles always thought that Russel didn't like her but pushed away that thought quickly - why would he abominate her?

"Well, that's just the way you see things. I bet deep inside you see the beauty like I can." Bubbles told him, smiling.

The auburn tom unsheathed his claws, "Sure." He mewed, trailing off a little, and letting out a smile as well.

She nudged him, "I mean it!" Just as her fur touched his, he screeched. Bubbles winced and retreated, her dark blue eyes wide with fear. Multiple cats jumped onto the roof and stalked up towards her. "What's happening? Russel! Tell them to stop!" She cried out, her fur bristling.

Russel turned away from her, and her eyes started to tear up. "Stop, guys! It's not-" She cut off into a yowl as claws met her face. She fell back right next to the edge of the roof and got up, trying not to look down. More cats struck her, she helplessly tried to defend herself but failed miserably.