The Loner

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Prologue
A pretty golden she-cat sat on a white, solid fence. The paint was chipping around her paws, and her claws dug into the tiny holes that had been carved long ago by Woodpeckers, who left long. Everyone had left. Every bird, every Kittypet, every Twoleg, nothing but the tiny beetles and this strange, golden she-cat.

Behind the she-cat was a once beautiful garden. It used to be full of pretty yellow and red flowers with ferns and herbs on the rims and various vegtables in the middle. However, since the Twolegs hadn't been there to take care of it, it was overgrown and one white rflower plant even crawled up and weaved through the fence up to where the she-cat sat.

In short, it was a ghost town. Long ago everyone had left, leaving it the home of many rogues and loners. The golden she-cat reflected on all of this, and once again wondered what could have happened to make them leave. Of course, it had happened before she had lived there. She had only moved there recently with her mate because they would be safe from Twolegs and warring cats.

The she-cat sighed and turned, walking sideways along the fence. She made her way carefully over to a cherry tree, which was full of spring blossoms. She bunched her muscles and leaped, landing gracefully on a thin branch that swayed under her wieght. She leaped from branch to branch, making her way towards a hollow halfway up the skinny tree.

She poked her head into the hollow and heard a cry. She slipped inside and padded over to her three kits, squealing with excitment that their mother had returned. She pressed her face into the nest and purred as the kits pounced at her and pawed at her whiskers.

"Now, now, kits." she meowed, curling her tail around the three kits, "Calm yourselves. There's plenty of time to play tomorrow when your father comes."

"Awwww!" a she-cat whined, "But I wanna play now!"

"Quiet, Hush."(Note: her name is Hush, I just placed that in the wrong statement.) the golden she-cat meowed, poking the tiny kit with her nose. "I'm going to go out again, I might be able to find some yummy berries for you guys to munch on." She pushed the kits into the nest then slipped out the hole again.

Many minutes passed, and the kits sat and waited for their mother. The oldest, a dark gray tom with thin, black stripes stepped forward and poked his head out. "She's taking forever!" he whined.

"Maybe we should go out and look for her?" the youngest, a lighter gray she-cat with white spots suggested.

"Okay, let's go!" the middle one, a golden tabby she-cat that looked like her mother, mewed. But the tom blocked her path.

"Hush, you know mommy would yell at us!" he mewed, pushing her backwards.

"I wanna go!" she pouted.

"You don't have to go alone." came a sudden voice. They all jumped, and a tortiseshell tom poked his head into the hollow. "I can take you."

"Who are you?" Hush asked.

"A friend." the tom mewed, then continued, "You are Dancer's kits, right?"

"Yes." the tom mewed, "what of it?"

"Well, I wanna take you guys for a walk. Want to see your momma or not?" he asked.

"Yes!" Husha nd her little sister jumped out of the hole after the tom, their brother following grudingly.

Chapter 1:Welcome to WaterClan
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