(musicgirl - why would she need a cone? She doesn't have fleas : P)
When they got home, Amy confronted her mom. She wasn't just going to run away again. "Mom?"
"What is it?" her mom asked.
"Would you like to know why I left?"
Her mom smiled. "I was wondering that."
Amy hesitated. "See, I had been having these dreams...There was a cat. His name was Blazeclaw. In the dreams I was a cat too. He showed me how to hunt. Birds and squirrels and mice. He told me about the Clans. He taught me to follow the warrior code. He taught me to be a Clan cat. Remember how, in the last few weeks, I was always tired? The dreams I had were the cause of that. Over time, I realized that this was what I wanted, was what I really wanted to be, to do. In real life, not just dreams. The last night, he showed me the way I could do that."
"And how was that?" her mom asked, a bit amused, but sad that her daughter had left just because of a few dreams. She wasn't sure what a Clan was, or a warrior code, but it didn't really matter.
"I'll...show you soon. But so that morning when I woke up, I tried it out and it worked. I knew this was what I wanted to do, so I wrote that note and I left. I came back today because I was upset by something one of my Clanmates did...but I see now I was overreacting. Mom, I'm going back."
"Don't leave, Amy! You just came back...I missed you so much..."
"Mom, I know that to you, I'm thirteen years old, I'm not much more than a kid. But where I was, where I'm going, I'm an adult. I have responsibilities. It's my duty to help keep the freshkill pile stocked, especially since leafbare - winter - is approaching and prey is running short. I have an apprentice that I'm training to become a warrior herself. And there's something going on that's not normal, it's never happened before and I have to figure out what's going on. Mom...that's my life now. I can't just leave the Clanmates I care about." Amy looked her mom in the eye. "Don't think of it as me abandoning you, think of it as me not abandoning the people I have a responsibility to. And Mom?"
"What?" she sniffled.
"I'm not Amy anymore. I'm Wildheart." She opened the front door, turned into a cat, motioned for Oceanheart to follow her and ran out.
Amy's mom stared out the front door after them until they went behind a bush and out of sight. "Was I dreaming?" The mailman handed her the bill from the vet, "Here you go, ma'am," and left. Staring at the very large number at the bottom of the paper, she said, "I sure HOPE I'm dreaming." (haha

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