Goosestar's POV

A grey tom watched his clan stirring. The medicine cat was sitting beside him. A warrior glanced up at Goosestar. "Goosefur?" He asked and the gray tom looked down at him.

"Goosestar."

"Goose...star?" Goosestar stared at the tom.

"I got my nine lives a while ago, but that's okay, you lost your memory." The warrior walked off confused and Goosestar rolled his eyes. He walked over to the fresh-kill pile. He was stopped by Frostfang. "Morning Frostfang, you're up early."

"Hello, Goosestar. Can I go on a hunting patrol?"

"Okay. You can choose who to go with." Frostfang gave a curt nod and walked off. Goosestar stretched. "It's a beautiful day today." He looked up at the sky and drank in the sun rays. Fernfur looked over his direction.

"I'm sure it is." Her eyes were bright. "Say, can I go on a border patrol with you?" Goosestar gazed at the deputy.

"I'm not doing anything at the moment, so.. sure." He stood up. They walked out of the camp, Fernfur walked ahead. "How about we split? I take the northern and you take the southern?" She looked back.

"Sure." She walked off in the separate direction while Goosestar headed north. He got distracted by foliage.

"These are so pretty." He said sniffing the flowers. The aroma was pleasant. He completely forgot about marking the border. The northern border went another day without being marked. He heard a noise and turned. He trotted in the direction of the sound. A cat was hobbling and bleeding profusely from one leg. "Great StarClan! What happened." The cat looked up but didn't speak. "Please, I want to help."

"Carrrr."

"Car? What's a car?" The stranger sighed.

"Of courrrse.... you'rrre one of those forrrest cats..." The stranger rolled her r's. She was ginger in colour with a white underbelly. White also covered most of her tail. Darker stripes flecked her back. Her eyes were lime green. Her paws were white as well. She's kinda pretty...

"What's your name?" Goosestar asked. "And please describe what you went through better." The stranger's eyes glinted.

"Frrreya. I was hit by a ca- I mean those metal crrreatures with black paws."

"A monster?" Freya looked at him.

"If that's what you call 'em. What's yourrr name, forrrest cat?" Freya's lime green gaze was curious.

"Goosestar."

"Goosestarrr?"

"It's how we forest cats work. I'm leader, hence the -star. My warrior name was Goosefur. Apprentices have -paw and kits have -kit." Freya looked confused. "Just come back with me, you need to be tended to anyway."

"Like I'd go with you, Goosestarrr," she tried protesting but her expression betrayed her. She was losing a lot of blood and looked faint.

"It won't be for long, maybe a few weeks. You're losing a lot of blood, come follow me." Freya tried to protest, but she didn't end up doing so. They silently walked back. The clan shot Goosestar odd looks. "She's hurt. She won't stay here long." He led Freya to the medicine cat den. "This is your home for the next few days." Freya didn't reply but looked away.