chapter 1

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"Hey! Stop! HEYYY!!!!" Swifty cried out at a passing cat. She turned, her tabby and white pelt shined  in the sunlight. "What?" She mewed, green eyes narrowing at the sight of him. "I am lost. Where are the Twoleg houses? Who are you? Where do you-??" "STOP! come with me, and I will answer all your questions." As she turned, Swifty caught sight of her eyes glinting in amusement. " Oh, and my name is Gingerpaw." She said, and they walked into the forest.

"Gingerpaw?" Swifty mewed as they climbed up a steep hill. " Yes?" " Where are we?" A wail, and then a shriek sounded through the forest. "Swifty, hide!" Gingerpaw hissed, and he ran into the underbrush. "Gingerpaw? what are you doing out of camp? Did Pineheart let you go out on your own?"  mewed a soft she cat voice." N-no I just- I met someone. "Gingerpaw stuttered. "Who?" mewed a voice of a tom, about gingerpaw's age. "None of your concern, Darkpaw!" She spat, and Swifty heard a scuffle of leaves, as if someone had stepped back, ashamed. "Swifty?" Swifty crawled out of the brush, and shook out his fur. " A KITTYPET! Are you mouse-brained!" hissed the dark small tom, who was probably Darkpaw.  " YES! Something wrong with that?" " STOP, you two! I have had enough!" said the handsome black tom next to them. "Young one, where do you come from?" he said softly to Swifty. " T-t-the Twoleg houses over by the stream." He stammered. " but I never had a Twoleg with me. My mother was a street cat." Gingerpaw purred and rubbed against him. Does Darkpaw look, JEALOUS? " Ok, love birds." he spat, "Lets go to camp." But at that moment, someone was watching them.

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