This fan fiction takes place in the future of the Clans, where eventually, some of the Clans decide to follow their own law rather than StarClan, which results in a massive slaughter of Loners & Rogues, which they now refer to as "Outsiders." Some of the Clans believe they should be the only cats allowed in the forest because they're the only ones strong enough to defend themselves, and some cats in general just believed these cats were too dangerous to live among them because of past history - however, some Clans and some cats still adapt to StarClan law, and attempt to help these cats either in secret or bring them in without a leader's permission.
go here for story characters. status; unfinished.
Living most of her life feeling lost and betrayed by almost every cat around her, she must learn what it's really like to sacrifice everything for the thing she wants the most.. revenge.
written by: Impurities
All was calm. The leaves of the trees swayed back and forth as the wind echoed through the air. The very scent of the air smelled wonderful, like a fresh summer breeze, followed by a quiet looming of voices that soon grew louder and louder each day it seemed. Two kits were curled up inside of a small, broken up den with their mother. The den was surrounded by broken up twigs and old small rubbish, but the inside of the den looked and felt much nicer to them. The two kits laid on a soft bedding out of moss beside their mother, who bent down to give both of their heads a quick groom. The two kits let out an unpleasant groan and sat up, staring at their mother will eyes full of life.
"Can we go play?" the smallest she-cat asked, her head held high and her blue eyes sparkling. The two kits' mother leaned down to lick the both of them once again, and let out a purr of amusement. "Of course, Anya." she replied. "But please, remember what I said-" she had paused mid-sentence for a moment, almost as if she forgot what she was going to say, but continued quickly after ; "Don't go far beyond the den. It's not safe."
Anya let out a grunt and rolled her eyes, but shook her head in approval anyway to block out her looks of annoyance. Her sister Freya ran close behind her and looked back at their mother as they left the den, hearing her call loudly before they left. Please, be careful!
Afterwards, the two ran outside to the full aroma of fresh air and beautiful blue skies. Back and forth, the two playfully swiped paws at eachother and threw themselves to the ground, heads held high and their fur all roughed up, ruining their grooming their mother had given them earlier.
"Not fair!" Freya cried, batting her paws at her sister in attempt to release herself from her grasp. Freya rolled herself over and quickly retaliated, pouncing on top of Anya and throwing her to the ground lightly. Anya let out a grunt and shuffled her paws, staring up at her larger sister. "Told you, the stronger ones always win!" Freya gloated, smirking gently. Anya shoved her off, a glow of anger hinting in her gaze.
"No, you're just bigger than me. You have a better advantage." "You're just a sore loser," Freya mewed mockingly, stepping off to the side and passing a grin her way. Anya let out a loud snort and darted past her, her tail smacking the wind as she ran by.
"Fine, race me then.." Anya muttered, her head held high. "You might be stronger for now, but I'm faster!"
Freya looked in her direction and already saw her ready to run off. She quickly raced after her, her eyes hinted with glory. "Ready to lose again?" Anya rolled her eyes and placed her paws steady on the ground, her tail swaying back and forth and her icy blue eyes shining. She let out a holler and darted off, her sister following closely behind but soon failed to catch up. She stopped for a moment to breathe and look behind her. She had been farther away from the den than she ever has before, and she was surely enjoying it. She paused for another moment and called for her sister, whom had slowly but finally caught up to her. Freya let out a few heavy breaths and sat beside her, letting out a sigh.
"Fine, you win.." she grumbled, giving her paws a few licks. She raised her head to smell the air - which was now mixed with several different scents - and they definitely weren't familiar, and they didn't smell very good. Anya grinned at her and rose to her paws, sniffing the air as well.
"I think we should go back now," Freya muttered, wrinkling her nose at the stench of whatever she had been smelling. "We've never been out this far," she continued, "and mom told us it's dangerous to go where we've never been before-" Anya cut her off with a loud snort and began walking away, waiting to see if she'd follow. "You can't be strong and scared of exploring new places," she mumbled. "It doesn't look dangerous to me, and besides, I'm sure mom has been here hundreds of times!"
Freya let out a sigh and began following her, knowing it wasn't worth arguing. She could have made a point and still been right, but even then she knew her sister was too stubborn and adventurous to listen to her. "Still smells weird," she muttered under her breath. As the two of them continued exploring the 'new territory', Freya paused for a moment, her ears flattening. "We really should go back now.."
All of the sudden something didn't seem right. They had no idea where they where or how they could get back home, and they were so far away they had no idea if they could even go back the way they came. The two of them stood there flustered and confused, and for a few moments even scared, although Anya tried to hide it.
"Yeah.. I guess you're right, but-" Anya was interrupted by a loud growl that emerged from behind them. Freya began shaking and quickly jumped to her paws to begin sprinting off. This 'growl' they had been hearing was more the less just larger and more fearless cats talking, but they hadn't known this. "There's others here," one of the voices mewed. "Probably more outsiders again."
The two cats froze and began sprinting off in another direction, attempting to quickly escape and find their home. The voices seemed to be getting louder and louder, and more intimidating each time, although they kept running and running until they were closer to home. That must of been the dangerous forest cat territory our mother was talking about.. Soon enough, the two were closer to home, and could hear the footsteps drawing even nearer towards them. For a moment, they were scared, but the scent of their mother and the den had grown even stronger, and they knew they would be safe soon. A large shadowy figure appeared in front of them moments later. Mother!
As they had finally returned home, their mother stared down at them with an angered gaze. She had never looked this angry or upset before, but of course, both of them disobeyed her and went far from home against her orders. And there it was again - the same voices from earlier.
Find them. All of them.. and kill them. "Get in the den now," their mother snapped, her tail lashing and her claws unsheathed. Confused, but not willing to disobey her orders again, the two kits raced into the back of the den, their eyes wide. Anya sat inside the den, her fur on edge. "This is all your fault," Freya growled, her small v shaped claws scratching at the hard floor. "If you wouldn't have kept on going, those stupid cats wouldn't have followed us and mother wouldn't be upset!"
Anya froze for a moment. Was it really all of her fault? All she wanted to do was explore beyond the territory. She had no idea there was harm in that. Their mother always told them it was dangerous and they shouldn't go far out beyond home, but she would never tell them why, no matter how much they begged or asked. Outside of the den, a large dark grey tabby tom stood in front of their mother, accompanied by a small she-cat and a rather odd looking tom. Freya inched her way closer to the outside of the den to see what was going on, and Anya nudged her slowly to come back inside. "What do you want, Dark?" Their mother murmured softly, in a scared, worried tone - something they have never heard before. Anya froze for another moment, catching a glimpse of her mother's dark gaze. She knew this cat, but she certainly wasn't friends with it. The large tabby tom unsheathed his claws and came face to face with her.
"Darkfang" he corrected, his tail lashing. "And what are you doing here? You know you aren't supposed to be near Clan territory.. let alone alive near it.
Anya could see the hurt in her mother's eyes, and how they had almost been drawn with tears. "So.. thats why you left. You left your own mate and your kits to become one of those filthy Clan cats." she snapped, turning her head and gaze away from him. "We had no other place to go! The forest is the only thing that will feed us!" The large tabby just stood their silently without a reply. Freya raced outside of the den, her small claws unsheathed and ready to try to fight these cats that were intruding. "Get out of here!" the small she-kit squealed, letting out a tiny quiet hiss. Her mother quickly grabbed her before she could get any closer to the cats and stood in front of her, her tail flat. Darkfang stared at the small kit for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, it looked like he wasn't going to do anything or hurt them, but in that same moment, he had an evil grin on his face, and his long claws looked ready to be used any second. One of the cats beside Darkfang raised their tail, signaling the attack. The she-cat let out a hiss as the tom jumped towards the kit, and Darkfang at this point had now had the kits' mother pinned on the ground. "You should be dead Iris," he hissed, his claws buried deep in her fur. "Outsiders are not welcome in the forest, and we will make sure they know that. We have always been stronger, and always will be." Iris's eyes widened as Darkfang's claws sunk into her fur, her heart beating rapidly and slowing down moments later. Darkfang towered over her, her body now limp and her gaze cold.
Iris was dead. Their mother was gone. The she-cat flung herself in front of the kit, batting her paws at the small time. "Let the kit live," she mumbled. "It should know now it doesn't belong here." Darkfang let out another loud hiss and stepped away from Iris's cold dead body. "I don't care," he snapped. "Still an outsider who doesn't belong here. If we don't kill her, someone else will. She's useless!"
With that, the tabby tom pushed the she-cat aside and flung himself at Freya. Freya stood frozen in fear, and attempted batting her tiny paws at the tom, but fell dead within seconds of the tom clawing at her. Anya begin to slowly make her way outside of the den, her eyes wide and now filled with tears. Her sister was dead. Her mother was dead. Her whole entire family was dead. She stared at the three cats, especially Darkfang, who had been standing over her mother's blood soaked pelt. She sat their in horror and watched as the cats rose to their paws and walked off, a glorious glare in their eyes. Her mother was right. They never should've gone into the forest. The forest cats were dangerous, and they had killed her family. They were gone, and Anya would never forget the cat that killed them.
Anya dragged her paws across the soft, dirt colored trail, her stomach churning every second she took a step forward. Moons had passed since her mother and sister were killed and she had most likely been far beyond that territory now. Her stomach growling just grew louder and louder, and it felt like she hadn't eaten in moons. She was old enough to hunt her own prey now, but prey was scarce and she wasn't extraordinary at it, but she made do whenever she could. She felt so weak and tired and just wanted to lay down and rest, but she knew she had to keep going, or eventually the same thing would happen to her as the rest of her family. She was all alone now, and that would just have to suit her fancy. Her stomach growled again and she gave her stomach a light tap with her paw. She was attempting to look for other cats that could possibly help her or at least make a short living. Cats that wouldn't murder her on site just for being on their territory, or being an "Outsider", whatever that meant. After stretching her jaw out into a wide yawn, she felt a small drop of water subdue into her dirty ruffled fur. More and more water began to fall afterwards, and the rain only came heavier. She hissed loudly at the feeling of her now soaked pelt, the weight of the water wanting to pull her down.
She caught site of an adder slithering it's way through the mud, and with a grin upon her face, she swiped her paw across the ground, sending droplets of mud flying through the air. It was dead now, and she had finally got some well deserved prey.
"Hey! That was mine!" a voice hollered.
Anya shook some of the remaining mud off of her pelt and sat herself under a large pine tree that was half broken up from previous storms. She figured she might as well enjoy it, as if it was her last meal. At this point, she didn't know what to think. The voice she had heard didn't sound threatening at all, and wasn't accompanied by anyone else's smart remarks or statements. She finished up her meal and wrapped her tail around her small, thin body, shivering as the cold air crept through her bones. She had no idea where she was, or even if she was in any type of danger of those cats anymore All that she knew was that she was far from home, and she couldn't go back even if she wanted to. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, all that she remembered about that place was the death of her family and the burial of her mother- the cat who so kindly cared for her and asked for nothing in return. The same voice followed moments later. “Wow, you don’t look so good.” Anya opened her burning eyes to stare at the cat now towering over her. She was thin, just like her, but didn’t look nearly as roughed up as her. Her coat seemed more shiny, and her eyes seemed more friendly. She figured that she’d keep her hostility to herself for now, this cat barely looked harmless. “That’s my adder you killed,” she mocked jokingly, wiping the smug look off her face as soon as Anya rose to her feet. “But it’s okay, you look like you needed it a lot more than me.” Anya let out a loud snort and shoved her way past her. How rude was this cat? She didn’t look that bad, and she most certainly didn’t have the delight of having food be thrown out to her let alone a full meal.
“I’m Mist by the way,” she continued, her whiskers twitching softly. Anya looked past her and attempted to cover up the fact she probably did look as bad as this cat thought. She obviously didn’t want more insults thrown at her, but at least it was better than a cat trying to kill her on site. “Not very talkative, are ya?” The bubbly she-cat added. The rain had calmed down a little and the sun began to slowly rise once again. Just before opening her mouth to speak, she felt a rush of adrenaline flow through her body. “Sorry,” she murmured, barely making out what she was trying to say. “Just not really in a mood to talk..” “It’s okay,” Mist purred, beginning to groom her thick gray colored pelt. “But who are you? You don’t look like you’re from around here, and I usually come here a lot.” By now, Anya had realized she was farther from home than she expected. She was most likely on the other side of the forest now, closer to the two leg place and out of harm's way, but it probably wouldn’t be like that for long. “I’m Anya,” she muttered, trying to stop herself from wheezing as she spoke. “And I’m not.” Even if Mist hadn’t been a Clan cat, she stole what was supposed to be her prey. Why hadn’t she attacked her, or at least showed a bit more hostility? Why was she being so.. friendly?
Whatever, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she had made it out alive, but she still felt guilty because her mother and sister hadn’t, and they would still be alive if she would have just listened in the first place. It didn’t seem fair that she got to live and they didn’t, nor did it make any sense. She hadn’t even noticed that she had almost stopped breathing. Her heart ached even thinking about it. Every inch of her body felt like it was trapped and couldn’t move.
“Where you from, then?” Mist asked, staring at her awkwardly and attempting to observe her. Of course, Anya had barely heard a word she even said, as she was deep in thought. “You definitely don’t look like a Kittypet-” she continued to circle around her, her eyes narrowed. “So what are you then.. An outsider?”
Her heart sunk for a moment and she felt even worse now than before. Is that what every cat was going to think of her? Some worthless feline being chased by all the Clan cats for simply not enjoying their way of life? How could she, when they were the reason everything she had was gone? She had just met this cat and it couldn’t be a coincidence she was asking her all these questions. Mist passed another awkward glance at her in an attempt to get her to speak, but she still didn’t say anything. Part of the reason was that she didn’t even know what to say, or how to answer her, and she definitely wasn’t about to explain everything that’s happened to her to some strange she-cat she had the misfortune of running into. Of course, she couldn’t stay quiet forever, she had to say something. “I'm no one. Just passing by,” she hissed, “I’ll be out of your way and you won’t have to ask me so many questions anymore.” Mist’s ears flattened, and she looked quite displeased with Anya's response. It didn’t matter though, nothing she did or said was supposed to meet her comfort. After all, she just met this cat only a few minutes ago over some squabble of prey- which made it seem even more like she was a Clan cat.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” she busted out. “I’m sorry for asking so many questions.. I was just curious. But I’ll leave you alone now if you’d like.” Anya most certainly liked the idea of that, but even though she just met this cat she strangely enjoyed the company. It made her feel odd, but different than she had in awhile, and if this cat was going to cause her harm she could’ve easily done it already.
Anya sat there quiet for a few moments, and let out another sigh. She needed to calm down. This cat wasn't going to hurt her- well, atleast she didn't think she would. She definitely could have being as big as she was, but she still hadn't. Maybe she could trust this cat, but not without actually getting to know her first. "So.. what is this place then?" Anya murmured, entwining her tail around her paws.
"This is the edge of the forest," Mist replied, letting out a yawn. "Closer to twoleg place." Anya paused to think for a moment. She had so many more questions, but had no idea how to ask any of them. She was still in the forest, but far far away from harm, right? "And, it's safe here?" Anya asked, her head hung low.
"Not exactly," Mist mumbled, giving her paw a few licks before continuing. "It's a lot safer than the other parts of the forest, though. The forest cats normally don't patrol out this far because it's closer to the twoleg place, so if you're here, I guess you could consider yourself safe, from them atleast." Anya's mind was filled with questions and concerns. How did this cat know so much about the forest and what kind of cats were in it? Did she have any idea what they were even capable of?
"You mean.. Clan cats?" Anya dryly mewed. Mist nodded and rose to her paws, letting out a huge stretch and embedding her claws in the dirt.
"Yeah, but they're not much of a worry around here. Like I said, they don't patrol this far. I'd love to meet one someday though! I've heard so many stories of them! Maybe I could even join-"
Anya let out a loud hiss and her gaze darkened. Just as she began to slowly trust this cat. She wanted to join those murderous cats and meet them? The only thing she'd be meeting is her death! "No, you wouldn't.." she growled softly. "Trust me. You want nothing to do with those cats."
Mist stared at her for a moment, but she wasn't about to ask Anya anymore questions, knowing she was already annoyed enough with her. "Well.. it was nice meeting you," she mumbled, disappointed with her attitude, but it seemed like there was a good reason for it. "If you'd like, there's a small group of cats that I live with close to here. We all take care of each other and keep each other safe, if you'd like to come with me." Anya sat and thought for a moment. This was definitely a good offer, one she most likely couldn't and shouldn't pass up. However, she still didn't completely trust this cat, especially because of her high interest in the same cats that she had a loathing for. But, it would be nice to travel with someone and have other cats to talk to - especially after being alone as much as she had been. "Sure," she answered unsurely, rising to her paws. "Thank you.."
Anya had followed the bubbly she-cat back to the place she had mentioned. She felt on edge, confused, and as if she was going to be attacked any moment. By the time that had gotten there, the sun had gone down and most of the other cats were asleep. Mist showed her into a small den in their territory, and Anya settled in rather smoothly. Mist left her be and she laid her head down to rest, her eyes forcing themselves shut. Anya moved around in her nest restlessly, her thoughts clouded with several different schemes. She felt her heartbeats getting lower and lower every time she flinched as she attempted to sleep. She was dreaming, but not the usual happy-go-lucky dream you wake up to and wish you could remember. She saw herself lying in the den in the middle of the forest, near the Outsiders territory. She heard a throbbing shriek sound from outside, and as soon as she went to see what had been happening, she froze in horror. Her mother's cold body laid on the ground, torn to shreds and she could feel the tom's dark amber gaze glare back at her just before he had left. She felt herself fall to the ground and begin to shake uncontrollably. There was nothing she could do now.
She immediately jerked awake and sunk her claws into the nest, all of her fur standing on edge. Her breathing rapidly increased, but somehow she didn't feel like she could let out a breath at all. She paused for a moment as she watched Mist and some other she-cat cat follow after her into the den. It had been morning now, and the den that had originally been filled with several other cats had been empty now, which meant most of them either left or were awake. She raised her head to face the two of them, her ears flat while she looked away from them.
"Is everything okay?" Mist insisted, her bright blue eyes glimmering with concern. She didn't even want to face her or tell her what had just happened, it'd be too hard to explain and or too long of a story, and besides, it was none of her business either way. "I'm fine," she snapped, rising to stand right in front of her. The she-cat beside her didn't look too happy, at least not as happy as Mist always looked, no matter what circumstances she was in. "And who's this?" The ginger she-cat questioned, her tail lashing while he eyes showed a huge amount of intimidation. "You never told me about bringing in any new cats." At this point, Mist's gaze went from excited and joyful to worried and annoyed. "She's a friend, Amber," Mist replied, giving her pelt a few quick licks before turning back towards her. Anya blinked for a moment, surprised and slightly annoyed. I stole your prey and almost ripped your tail off and that's what you think of me?
"Don't worry, she's not a threat.." Mist went on. "Atleast she doesn't look or seem like it."
She felt her heart drop again. Mist really was an infuriating cat when it came to insulting her appearance, but that was mostly just her joking personality. Amber let out a small snicker and gave her paws a few licks. " Moments later, a torti tom accompanied the annoyed looking she-cat, a rather confused look on his face as well. Mist had said she was welcome here, but at the look of these cats, it seemed she wasn't welcome at all. A long break of silence followed, eventually broken by the torti toms long yawn. Anya definitely hadn't felt welcome now, but she wasn't about to just leave. She needed to know why these cats were being so hostile first, and why they hadn't attacked her yet. Most of all, why hadn't they said anything about her sleeping in the den the night before? "So, what's your name?" Amber muttered, passing a dark glare towards Mist and back to the torti tom. Anya hadn't answered for a few moments. "Cat got your tongue?" Amber mocked, her tail lashing.
"It's...Anya," she murmured softly, sinking her claws into the ground softly. She could hear the two cats breathing heavier than normal, and she could see the nervous worried look in their eyes. A smaller, russet furred somali tom peered outside of another den at the other side of the camp, and ran outside below the torti tom a few seconds later, his nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed. This small tom was certainly doing his best to seem intimidating, but Anya wasn't buying any of it. "Why's this cat smell so weird?" the small tom mewed, followed by a small snicker of laughter. Anya's fur bristled with impatience. The next cat that insulted her was definitely going to get their fur ripped off.
"Mind your manners, Diesel." The large torti tom replied, pushing him aside. "Go back to the Nursery, I'll take you hunting again later." Anya watched as the small tom frowned and stomped back to the so called "Nursery", noticing the amount of disappointment in his gaze. That must be this cat's son... she thought to herself. He's no bigger than me when I was a kit.
"Where'd you come from?" Amber insisted, wrapping her tail around the torti tom who now sat right beside her. Anya paused for a few moments, trying to think of something to say. She couldn't tell them she was an Outsider - or where she had come from. If she did, they'd start asking a bunch of questions that she didn't feel like giving an answer to.
"Just a little farther out from here," she mumbled, hoping they wouldn't hear the tension and lying in her voice. Surprisingly, the questions stopped there, and these two new cats still haven't attacked her yet. The golden she-cat quickly rose to her paws, and gave the torti tom a small lick.
"Go take Diesel hunting," she purred. "If you don't do it soon, he'll be bugging us all day!" The tom nodded in approval and gave Amber a lick on her forehead in return. He rose to his paws and quickly walked off, heading towards the Nursery to do what Amber had insisted. For a moment, Anya got lost in her thoughts, completely forgetting where she was. How will they go hunting without getting killed? Won't the forest cats smell them? There's no place to hunt around here!
Amber rose to her paws as well, her tail sticking straight up. "Mist, watch her," she grumbled, the dark glare in her eyes returning from before. "I'm going to patrol the territory a bit, and find out if there's any more stray cats wandering around here." As she said this, she turned her dark gaze towards Anya, and quickly stepped away.
Anya's ears laid flat, and she said there with Mist in silence. Why were these cats treating her like a prisoner? She hadn't done anything wrong, and it's not like she asked to be here. Mist was the one who invited her in the first place. Letting out a low growl of annoyance, she stood to face the small gray she-cat.
"Who were they?" She mumbled, hoping Mist wouldn't dodge her question and start asking a bunch of her own.
"That snobby little she-cat was Amber," she replied, entwining her tail around her snowy white colored paws. "The tom beside her was her mate Jigsaw," she continued. "And that little tom that he took hunting is their son, Diesel." Makes sense... Anya thought. "Why was she so hostile towards me?"
"Amber isn't usually fond of new cats joining us," Mist grumbled. "I'm not sure why, but something happened around here a little while ago with one of our members that caused her to be majorly... different... and more protective."
Now, this had certainly peeked Anya's interest. These cats weren't just some boring strays after all. Maybe there really was a reason they hid out in the twoleg place, but according to Mist and what she had said before, it wasn't forest cats. However, she still had to know more about this place and who lived there. "What happened?" Anya murmured, hoping at first Mist wouldn't hear her.
"Just a little bit ago, maybe 2 or 3 moons before I found you wandering our territory, we had a cat living here with us. We hadn't known where he came from, and he seemed to be a really secretive cat, however he eventually told us he was on the run from forest cats."
Anya felt her heart shrunk. She wasn't the only cat that had troubles with them. She wasn't the only one scared for her life, and doing her best to get away from them. There were other cats living in fear and anger, just like her. "None of us were really sure what he meant by that, but we decided to take him in and allow him refuge among us. Only then did we find out what really happened. He told us the forest cats were trying to kill him because he didn't like their way of life, and that he believed his parents were killed by them for the same reason as well."
Anya felt extremely cold now. She could feel the ice in her veins, and her teeth grinding hard against eachother. She could feel her claws tingle with anticipation. This cat Mist was talking about had the same exact thing happen to them as her, which meant the forest cat hadn't just targeted her family, but several other innocent cats as well. Mist paused a few moments before finishing her story, but stiffened as she sat up. "At the time, Amber was the leader of this small little group we have, and once she found this out, she felt betrayed. She demanded that the cat leave, but he refused because he wanted protection and wanted to feel at home. A few days later, a group of forest cats had stumbled upon our territory, which was short of the edge of the forest. They caught scent of the cat that had been taking refuge here, but he was long gone before they showed up to kill him. Instead, the forest cats had threatened the lives of Amber and several other cats that had lived here - all because of the one cat that wanted to be safe. However, that's how she met Jigsaw. He was a part of the patrol of forest cats that had been looking for the other one, but disagreed with what they tried to do entirely and ended up betraying them and killing one. Amber and the other cats managed to chase them off not without a few wounds to spare, but this meant they had to change territories completely so they couldn't be attacked again. Anddd, that's how we came to live here - closer to the two-leg place."
All of it made a lot more sense now. Amber just didn't want her family in danger again, even though she had no idea who Anya truly was.
"So how did they stay hidden from the forest cats outside of their territory for that long before, then?"
"They masked their scents," Mist replied dryly, hoping Anya would understand what she meant. "With either rain, mud, or something else - but anything that didn't smell unusual to the forest cats. That's how they were able to stay hidden and live beside them for so long."
"It's also how Jigsaw is able to take Diesel and the other cats hunting. He also knows other ways to keep away from them and hide their scent. After all, he used to live among them, so he knows a few things."
Anya let out a sigh and her gaze turned cold. The same icy feeling came back, and her stomach churned with worry. She didn't want to put these cats in danger since they had been so kind to her, but had the forest cats even known she was alive? They hadn't come after her in all the moons she's been running, so maybe she was finally safe from them and free to live among these cats. Several moments later after Mist finished explaining, Jigsaw and Diesel returned, a large rabbit hanging from the torti tom's jaws. Mist smiled and her ears perked up. "Wow! Did you catch that Diesel?"
The small cat's eyes glistened with excitement, and he began bouncing up and down, his teeth bared while his face was seaming with joy. "Yeah! I caught an adder and 3 squirrels too!" Jigsaw let out a mew of excitement. It was clear the little kit was just playing around, but he had quite the imagination on him. Anya let out a purr of amusement and watched the little kit bounce around Mist. "One day I'll best the best hunter in the forest! Maybe even the best fighter too!" Amber returned to camp shortly after as well, her tail lashing in the wind. Her gaze immediately turned back to Anya after passing her mate and her kit with a smile, and then diverted it to Mist, who stood small beside Anya. "You believe it's safe for her to stay here?" She questioned. Anya could see the worry and hope in her eyes, but she could've easily killed her already.
"I wouldn't have brought her here if I didn't think so," Mist mumbled. "She hasn't proven to be dangerous in the day or so she's been here, and she doesn't have anywhere else to go. Besides, we could always use some new nice cats. She's not exactly the best at hunting or fighting yet, but we can teach her."
Yet again with the insults.. Anya thought to herself. But at least they're trusting me to stay here.. Amber let out a yawn and came to face Anya, her claws sheathed and her gaze lightening now. "Fine. You may stay here, as long as you don't try anything.."
Anya wasn't sure about what she meant by this, but she wasn't going to bother asking. All that mattered was they trusted her - but she hadn't given them any reason not to. Maybe she could finally be free and without worry now. Now, she could finally have a home and feel safe with these cats - although it would take a lot of warming up.