Light and Night

The title's name, Light and Night is a last minute decision, so it might/probably will change as this story goes on, just because I'm fickle like that. Just a warning, alright.

Chapter One
I looked out into the forest from the fence I perch on. Every time a bird chirped, I'd always perk my ears and look for the direction it came from. I'm always curious, that's just how I am.

I'm fascinated by the life outside of the house. Too bad I can't explore it. I'd leave my yard if I did, and my two-legs would be sad and yell at me, and most likely never let me outside again. That would be killing part of myself.

There was a rustle in the buses below the fence. I jump slightly, startled. I look down and see two cats, not any older than me. One is a dusty brown tabby tom, and the other is very dark brown, almost black, she-cat.

I flick my ear when I hear voices, their voices.

   “Hey, mousebrain, I thought you said you knew where you were going?” The she-cat said, irritated.

    “Uh, yeah, I do know where I'm going, so, shut up.” The tom said, with false confidence, which was obvious.

     The she-cat let out an aggravated sigh.

     I knew that they are new around here, because I haven't seen them before, and I'm the only cat on this block. I wonder where the came from.

    I want to ask them where they're going, what they're doing, and what their names are. But I don't have enough confidence to speak. So I just watch.

    I watch them stop, and bicker, again, only this time they were a little ways down. I took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly walked on the fence until I was above them.

   I guess they didn't notice me, because they didn't look up or stop arguing. The she-cat kept yelling at the tom about how “he didn't know where they were going” and that he “always messes things up.”

    I so badly wanted to talk to them.

   Once they started moving again, I guess I didn't know what to do, because they actually looked pretty fun, and I needed friends, so I shouted: “Wait!”

       They froze.

       Slowly, they turned around.

     The dusty brown tabby tom stares blankly at me with deep emerald green eyes. While the she-cat does the same,only her eyes were a nice golden yellow.

    They glace at each other, but their heads never move. My fur becomes warm at what I just said, which of course, I never meant to say in the first place.

     The tom puffs up his chest, and tries to stand as tall as he could be. I'm guessing he's trying to be intimidating.

     “Who are you, and what are you doing here, kittypet?” The tom said, authoritatively.

     I tilt my head. Kittypet? What's a kittypet? I was just about ti ask, when the she-cat interjected.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    “Dustypaw, we don't have time for this. We're going to be in so much trouble if they find out we left. We have to go.” She said persistently.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    Dustypaw takes a quick look at me, then looks back at his companion. “But, Goldenpaw, she spoke to us. I'm not rude, like you.” He says innocently.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">     The she-cat, Goldenpaw, scowls at Dustypaw. I gulp when they both look up at me.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">   I sit down on the fence, before I speak. “Hey, um, I was just wondering, uh, where you guys came from? Because, normally, there aren't really any, uh, other cats around here besides me, so...” I nervously say.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">  Goldenpaw rolls her eyes as she sits down. Dustypaw looks at Goldenpaw, before sitting as well.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">  “I'm Goldenpaw, and that is my brother, Dustypaw. We're both apprentices' of LightClan. LightClan is one of the four Clans that live in this forest,” She flicks her tail behind to to empathize the forest. “We're just passing through, and hope to get back to our camp and out of kittypet territory, so don't get that pretty little fur in a twist.”

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    I tilt my head. Clans? In the forest? I shake my head slightly. “What's a kittypet?” I ask.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">   Goldenpaw lets out a snort, and rolls her eyes once again, and flicks her tail in annoyance. She doesn't reply.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">  When Dustypaw knew that she wasn't going to reply to me, I guess he felt guilty for his sister being so rude to me, so he replied instead. “Kittypet means a cat that's owned by two-legs. We're not kittypets because we live in Clans. Every cat there aren't owned by two-legs, and the two-legs never interfere with us, nor know that we live there.”

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">   I nod, understanding. Truth be told, I was quite curious about the life they live. Curse this curiosity, it will probably end me someday.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    “So, anyways, remember I asked you your name?” Dustypaw asked, again.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    I perk up my ears, my brown eyes shine with a interested gleam. “I'm Tulip.”

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    Dustypaw's eyes sparkle for a second, then it was gone. It was so fast, you might've thought it was just your imagination, or a trick of light. But I was sure it wasn't. What did it mean? Nothing, right? Yeah, it meant nothing. Tulip is a pretty common name, right? Yeah, it has to be.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">   Goldenpaw snaps her head around to look at me. Her eyes are widened a fraction. I tilt my head. What's going on? I want to ask that, but I figure it would be pretty rude. I don't want to get into anyone’s business.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    Dustypaw stands up, and he hesitates before stepping towards the fence. “Hey, uh, Tulip, how would you like to, uh, see our Clan?” Dustypaw asked nervously.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    Goldenpaw turns to glare at him, but she doesn't disagree. My eyes widen. I'm quite taken back.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">   “W-what?” I blink, “Go to your Clan? Like, join it?!”

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    Dustypaw's eyes widen slightly. “No, no. I'm not saying you have to join it, I'm saying that we could just show you it.” He reassures me.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    I sigh. Looking back at my house, then back at them, trying to decide what to do. “Okay, but, only for ten minutes, okay?” I say.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    Dustypaw nods eagerly. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.” Goldenpaw stands up and flicks her tail.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    I look at the ground and, reluctantly, jump down from my place on the fence. I join them, and Dustypaw looks at me, excited. Goldenpaw looks dull, I don't think she cares as much as Dustypaw does, but she's not disagreeing, or saying anything rude, so I assume that she cares, even just a little.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    “Ready?” Asks Dustypaw, his voice eager, and full of excitement.

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    I nod, a tad nervous. “Y-yeah.” I clear my throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.”

<p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom:0in;">    “Good.”

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