Little lost bird

[Ezio Auditore da Firenze]

Nice! I love it!

[sweetsong]

Why thank you!
Chapter 5
Thrush slowly blinked her eyes open, light hitting them. Weaving her way around an elder she-cat, she settled at the edge of the nest.
Wait... This wasn't home...
It took a moment to place where she was. Kits were missing... Nearly died... Ended up in Thunderclan... Thunderclan!
The previous days memories came flooding back. She perked her ears up ad got up to move, now only too well aware that the poppy seeds were wearing off, hurting her leg. Moving round, Thrush saw she wasn't the only one awake. Lavederkit was up, looking with an eyebrow raised at her family. Breezewhisker was on her back, Fawnkit was slumped against her, legs in the air, and Cloudkit was on top of both of them. Thrush stifled a laugh as Lavenderkit walked over. The two strolled outside, wincing slightly at the sun and watched the clan. A silver she-cat was gathering a ginger tabby apprentice, a black tom and a white tabby with black stripes. The three older cats were talking, boring the young apprentice. Noticing the two, the ginger apprentice bounded over. "Hey Lavenderkit! Who are you?" He nudged Thrush, who squeaked and moved backwards. "I-I'm Thrush," She mewed quickly. The tom smiled. "I'm Foxpaw. Nice to meet you!" He turned back when the silver cat called. "Silverfur wants me. I'd better go!" He bounded over to the other cats, leaving the kits watching after him. "Who's he with?" Thrush asked.
"The tabby is Snowspirit and the tom is Ravenpelt. Silverfur is Foxpaw's mentor." Lavenderkit explained. Nodding, Thrush gestured towards a bramble bush. "Whats that?" She asked.
"Come on, I'll take you on a tour," The two wandered around, pointing out all the different dens.
"And this is the apprentice den, where we'll be sleeping soon," A blue tabby apprentice stalked out, puffing out her chest in authority. "What are you doing this far from the nursery?" She demanded.
"I'm sh-showing Thrush the d-dens, Frogpaw." Lavenderkit stuttered. The apprentice turned towards her.
"This is the apprentice den," She said slowly as if Thrush couldn't understand, sounding out each word. "The apprentices sleep here." She stretched. "Greystorm is calling me. I need to go train." With that, she sauntered off.
"Now Frogpaw," a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "is the most stuck-up cat in the clan, believing tat she is important, due to being the deputy's apprentice."
Thrush reeled back, then smiled. "Hey."
Frostpaw smiled, licking her ear. "Hey, little birdie. Sorry about Frogpaw. She shouldn't have treated you two like that." He shook his head.
"Frostpaw!"
Frogpaw bounded across the clearing and draped her tail across her denmate's back. The kits couldn't meet each others eyes as the tried to stifle laughter about how uncomfortable Frostpaw looked. Sniffing disdainfully, she said, "I need Frostpaw for a patrol. Kits should go back to the nursery." She strutted across the clearing, Frostpaw trailing behind. "How did such a nice cat end up with such a horrible apprentice?" Thrush asked. Lavenderkit giggled. "Even Starclan doesn't know."