The Kittypets Will Never Survive (Silver Shadows)

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Sylvester Kitty slipped through the kitty door of his twoleg nest and into his garden. Sylvester leaped up onto a fence post and stared out into the forest. So big... Sylvester stared longingly into the forest. He had heard rumors of clan cats that lived in the forest. Oh how Sylvester longed to see what was in that forest. How he dreamed of becoming a member of one of the four, brave, clans. Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, or Windclan. He had heard tales of how the cats fought for the forest in fierce battles and took long travels to receive nine lives when a cat became clan leader. Sylvester wanted to know if they were all true, if the tales four clans were true. Sylvester leaped off of his fence post and trotted down the stretch of grass that stood between him and the forest. "Sylvester!" his twoleg called. Sylvester stopped and looked back. He looked at the forest...back at his nest, he finally turned around and headed back to his twoleg nest. He slipped under the fence and was welcomed back into the nest with hands that reached down to pet him.

Sylvester ran through the forest with great speed. Nothing could stop him...except a tasty snack of rabbit. Sylvester caught scent of a rabbit and dropped into a hunter's crouch. Sylvester was quiet and snuck up closely on the rabbit. He was ready to pounce when a small rustling noise distracted him. Sylvester looked into the woods and then back at his prey. Sylvester was ready to pounce when...the bell on his collar rang. The rabbit looked up and then bounded away. Sylvester looked at his collar and thought to himself 'Where did that come from? It wasn't ringing while I was running.' Sylvester heard the pouring of food and then the forest faded away.

Sylvester woke up to his owner pouring food into his dish. Sylvester stretched and began to chow down on his 'Nine Lives Cat Food' Sylvester finished eating and then ran out into the grass field that separated him from the forest. Sylvester bolted into the forest and inhaled the sweet smell of pine. Sylvester looked around and began to pad through the forest. There was no way he was going back now. It was to good to be true. Sylvester rolled in the soft dirt that covered the ground and ran through the forest. He stopped and began to walk a little slower and then stopped. He inhaled the pine again but caught scent of not just pine...cats. A strange scent that seemed to stretch all the way to a group of four tall pines that stood in a square.

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Have you ever felt so worthless to the Clan, that you almost kill yourself because of that certain situation. Teased because you stick up for twolegs and kittypets and always come up with a better solution to get rid of them and it almost always works? Then, the warriors tell you that it'll be okay, that they'd understand you way more... you did something none of them could do... that weren't brave enough to do? But they keep on telling you, and never understand the pain it makes you feel inside... how it devours you whole and even though the sharpest claws slice through it, it never spits you out... your stuck... trapped in the middle of it, nowhere to go even though you try and try ... you stick up for yourself. You beat up against them, try to prove youself. But still, it doesn't change. It never changes. And the warriors, medicine cat, the clan leader not even StarClan could stop the feeling inside. The hurt...

Aluepaw's head was bowed, and her eyes were closed. Her heart was shattered, and she was emotionally hurt. What if she was not meant to live? She could never handle the purrs of laughter, teasing her. No friends. Nothing. Hardly nobody liked her just because she could understand twolegs like no one else could.

She stared at the river, as if the river could devour everything in whole and make it go away... all the things in life. She wished she was deaf. That would make it a whole lot better. She then opened her eyes to see the birds flutter from the trees and by the Great Oak. Something didn't feel right. Infact, something didn't smell right and as she flared her nostrils to inhale the scent... she smelt the scent of twolegs and it was mixed with cats... it was a kittypet. Turning, she raced into the forest, through trees and then stopped, peering towards the meadow of the Great Oak and saw the kittypet, sniffing around. She wondered what she would do... would she attack him? Or would she read him like she could do every kittypet... every twoleg?

Suddenly that hunger built up inside her, that sudden rage that she kept up inside her to let loose. To try to fit in. She would attack him, and impress the apprentices and kits, to let them know she was never a kittypet... to hide her powers.

Yowling, she jumped from the trees and ran towards him, knocking him down, pinning him with ease and scratching his stomach. That rage turned into guilt instead but she continued to fight with him, yowling.

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Sylvester looked up and saw a cat leaping down at him. Sylvester was frozen with fear and yowled a screeching cry for help. Sylvester couldn't do anything except run and maybe, just maybe, fight. Sylvester bolted away from the cat and back to the Kittypet field. He was sure that the cat was still following him, but he didn't have the courage to look. Then almost out of the blue, he stopped, turned around, puffed up his fur and hissed at the cat. Showing the warrior his sharp, white, teeth. Sylvester lifted a paw and unsheathed his claws, ready to place a good scratch on the cat. He braced himself for possible impact and closed his eyes tightly. But he refused to give up. Sylvester bolted toward the cat and yowled out a battle cry. He was ready to fight, ready to defend his pride. Sylvester opened his golden eyes and felt them glow with fury. He was determined to defeat the cat. He wanted to show the cat that kittypets weren't weak and helpless.

Sylvester couldn't believe his eyes. He was fighting a warrior! So the rumors are true! The clans are real! The warriors, the leaders, the stone that gives you nine lives. Everything is real! Sylvester was so overjoyed to the point that he forgot what he was doing. He had forgotten that he was running toward a warrior that had more fighting experience than him. He had forgotten that he was a kittypet. He felt that he was a true warrior, fighting for his clan. He looked to the side and saw many cats yowling and clawing at each other. He was the leader charging at another cat.

The wind ruffled his fur as he ran toward the cat. The scene still unfolding in his mind. He couldn't believe he was doing what he was doing. Then, reality hit him...hard. Sylvester woke up from his dream and realized he was only a kittypet, only a helpless kittypet. Who was going to get his fur torn off of him if he didn't turn and flee to his kittypet nest. NO![b] Sylvester yowled in his mind. Sylvester looked ahead and pushed on. Right toward the other cat.

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