Jack frosts love.

Cats? Why cats?

Nicki's POV:

I parted my jaws in a long yawn. I licked my paws, wait. "PAWS? Holy crap! I have PAWS! I'm a cat! Or am I?"

The cat in front of me jumped back because of my uproar, "Welcome, Nicki. I am a cat from Starclan. You are here, because this is one of your many lives. You are a gyre soul. Here you will be known a Rusty and can travel here through magic. You will live here until you find the traitor in your clan. I am Thunderstar, first leader of thunderclan. Travel safely, Rusty."

It was very dark. Rusty could sense something was near. The young tomcats eyes opened wide as he scanned the dense undergrowth. This place was unfamiliar, but the strange scents drew him onward, deeper into the shadows. His stomach growled, reminding him of his hunger. He opened his jaws slightly to let the warm smells of the forest reach the sent glands on the roof of his mouth. Rusty odors of leaf mold min-gled with the tempting aroma of a small furry creature.

Suddenly a flash of grey raced past him. Rusty stopped still, listening. It was hiding in the trees less then two tail lengths away. Rusty knew it was a mouse--he could hear a rapid pulsing of a tiny heart deep within his ear fur. He swallowed, stifling his rumbling stomach. Soon his hunger would be satisfied.

Slowly he lowered his body into position, crouching for the attack. He was downwind from the mouse. He knew it was not aware of him. With one final check on his preys position, Rusty pushed back hard on his haunches and sprang, kicking up leaves on the forest floor as he rose.

The mouse dived for cover, heading toward a hole in the ground. But Rusty was already on top of it. He scooped it into the air, hooking the helpless creature with is thorn sharp claws, flinging it up into a high arc onto the leaf-covered ground. The mouse landed dazed, but alive. It tried to run, but Rusty snatched it up again. He tossed the mouse once more, this time a little farther away. The mouse managed a few scramble a few paces before Rusty caught up with it. Suddenly a noise roared nearby. Rusty looked around, and as he did so, the mouse was able to pull away from his claws. When Rusty turned back he saw it dart into the darkness among the tangled roots of a tree.

Angry, Rusty gave up the hunt. He spun around, his green eyes glaring, intent of searching out the noise that had cost him his kill. The sound rattled on, becoming more familiar. Rusty blinked open his eyes.

The forest had disappeared. He was inside a hot and airless kitchen, curled in his bed. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the smooth, hard floor. The noise had been the rattle of hard, dried pellets of food as they were tipped into his dish. Rusty had been dreaming.

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Thanks for reading this chapter!

Might sound familiar, right? Maybe not. It's the first few pages of the first chapter, of into the wild.

This is also by Erin Hunter, or at least part of it, not me.

I decided to throw this in, might help for a next book, a sequel, that I might not do. LOL!