I'm sorry. Why would he say he's sorry? He's a rouge. But....but I was a rouge too. I wasn't....bad. Ugh! Don't be stupid, Mistpaw! They're keeping you captive! she thought, shaking her head slightly. Her eyes were starting to adjust to the dark, but just barely. Still, in the dim light she could see her brother and sister. Frostpaw was curled up in fear and Shadepaw was licking her softly and soothingly on the head. She padded over, and curled up beside them. She was scared for what was ahead. But like Shadepaw, she still saw Frostpaw as her sick little sister, and she couldn't let her sister see her fear. She couldn't let any of them see her fear.

When Mistpaw awoke, she was unsure if it was day or night. It was just as dark as it was yesterday, when she slowly drifted off into her dreams. She heard Frostpaw snoring loudly, just like always, but she could see Shadepaw's faint outline licking it's paw. Through the darkness she stumbled as she tried to find her way to the entrance. Finally, she hit her nose straight on a solid wall. She thought it might be the entrance, as there were voices on the other side. "Today we will be working on battle moves instead of hunting. We will have help from our guests." a silky voice that Mistpaw did not recognize said, and she thought she could hear purrs of amusement at the word 'guests.' Scowling, she backed away from the door, and just as she was sitting back down beside Frostpaw, the entrance swung open. "Come on." sneered an orange and white apprentice-aged cat said, jerking her head. Sullenly, Mistpaw obeyed, and Shadepaw went to wake up Frostpaw before they did, as they weren't likely to be as gentle as him. She groggily woke up, and then they, too, followed without a fight. There was nothing they could do.

Mistpaw couldn't help but notice that the white tom from yesterday walked a little ways away from the group, his head down and his eyes dropped to the ground guiltily. He didn't join in with the teasing and mocking that the other cats did. Most of the laughter was led by the orange and white she-cat from before. Mistpaw had overheard one of the cats calling her Vixen, and she thought it described the cat perfectly. Long-snouted, orange and white furred, and the personality of a cat who had just ate crowfood. Mistpaw winced as a set of fangs brought her back to reality. A tom that was walking behind her had decided it would be funny to sick their teeth into her shoulder. What Mistpaw wanted to do was hiss and attack the foxhearted rouge, but all she could do was keep walking as if nothing had happened.

As they continued walking through the ferns and in between the trees, Mistpaw couldn't help but wonder if Nettlestar was searching for him yet. If he even cared. She shrugged, deciding he had probably already sent a search party, and continued on until they reached a small hollow. It wasn't a far drop into it, only about a foxlength high, really, but she could see Frostpaw staring over the side apprehensively. Mistpaw flattened her ears and stifled a hiss as a cream colored tom rammed into her, pushing her down into the hollow. She wished so badly to attack him, and while he, like all the cats that they were with at the moment, was her age, she also knew they greatly outnumbered her. The cream tom began purring in laughter, and the other cats looked at Vixen to see what they should do. The second she purred in amusement, the rest followed her. Surrounded by their laughter at her sister, Mistpaw could hardly think. Her fur was bristling, and she could feel her claws digging into the ground angrily. She flattened her ears, and without thinking about it, she lowered into the attack crouch. "What are you doing?" the cream colored tom asked, obviously not thinking that a prisoner would attack while she was outnumbered. Mistpaw, however, was far beyond thinking straight, and she could only think of her claws meeting his pelt, and then maybe Vixen's too. Her ears pinned to her head, she felt herself leave the ground as she pounced towards the tom. It happened in a heartbeat. Her claws sank into his shoulder, and she felt her fangs meet his cheek. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was aware of every move she made. She then darted around him, digging her claws into his left side. She was only vaguely aware of the cats surrounding her and watching in shock. The only thing on her mind was teaching this tom a lesson. As she darted back around him, ready to claw his other side, she felt his teeth meet her scruff and he shook her vigorously, then tossed her to the side. It didn't seem to take much effort on his part, as he was much bigger. Mistpaw tried to clear her thoughts passed the ringing of her head as she laid there. What was only a few moments felt like an eternity. She darted back at him the quickest she could, and leaped on top of him, digging her claws into his back, but he rolled over, flipping her off of him. He pinned her down, knocking the air out of her, then began clawing at her ears. Mistpaw pushed her back paws into his stomach, sending him flying off her, then quickly charged back at him. She stood up on her hind paws, then slashed her claws against his face, feeling a flash of pride as one of them met his eyelid. He reared back, with a hiss of pain, online to come back down five times harder, throwing his front paws down onto her spine. She fell over, letting out a yowl of pain, as she struggled to get back up. He moved closer, sinking his claws into Mistpaw's side, and then biting down hard on her ear. Then he leaned forwards to deliver the killing bite. Then she heard it. It wasn't too familiar. She had only heard it once. The small voice of a small tom. Only this time, it wasn't small. "Leave her alone, Scorch!"