Many cats remember the ancient clan that once ruled twolegplace. They remember the blood thirsty leader who bathed his paws in blood. Many hear the name of that ferocious feline and shake. He had many names over the moons. Leader. Alpha. Runt. Tiny. But the most well known names he gave himself in reminiscence of his mothers words. Scourge. Now I know what your thinking. "Come on Tiny. What does your story have to do with that flea pelt." Well I'll tell you one thing. Two storys, no matter how different, can always come together simply through a simple past. I always had my own special name for scourge. One that belonged solely to me. To me he was always daddy. Now I will tell you how our two lives, so similar at the start are so very different at the roots.
"Tiny! Wake up Tiny!" I blinked tired eyes as I looked around. Looking up my eyes met the icy blues of a cat looking down on me. "Coming daddy." I said as I padded over to him. "Good morning!" I said as I rubbed myself against his chest. He smiled softly at me, his normally cold eyes seeming to melt a little. I gazed around, my own blue eyes measuring my surroundings. They returned to the black cat in front of me when I heard his throaty chuckle. "Are you hungry?" He asked playfully, tossing a piece of chicken towards me. I gratefully ran over to it, smiling, and began to eat as much as I could, holding down my food with my white right paw.
Finishing I looked up, licking my chops, to see my father watching the sky in almost a dazed state. He's been like this for a while, ever sense mother died. I try to make him feel better but it never seems to work. I padded over to him with worry filled eyes and licked his head. "What's wrong daddy?" I asked sweetly, bliking innocently as if I knew nothing. "It's nothing love." He purred licking my head. "Come now. We have to drop you off for the day."
Many cats have never heard of me and that's because I was never a part of the action. My nights may have been spent with my father but my days were spent with my aunt, on my mothers side, and her kits. They were a bit older than I (-no. Not bigger. I'm not small.) So it was hard to play sometimes but they always tried to involve me. I couldn't help but notice the looks though. Whenever they thought I wasn't paying attention they would watxh me carefully and observe my every move, as if they were about to attack. Over time I learned to ignore them but sometimes I just feel uneasy. I don't dare tell daddy though. He's become a little overprotective after momma died and I wouldn't want him to hurt them.
Anyway, time passed, as usual, until the day came to an end. Daddy came and picked me up and together the two of us went home our alley. My father kept looking over at me and opening his mouth, as if to say something, but closes it quickly. Finally after about the 5th time of this I turned to him. "I know you wanna say something so go ahead and say it." I said with a hmph. He grinned and purred at my attitude before sighing as he frowned. "Apparently several of the cats in the forest are having a bit of a turf war. They have asked for our help and in return we will be given territory to hunt in. I have agreed so now all I have to do is wait but I'm worried about you. When I'm battling you will be left alone and I'm not sure your ready for that." He said with another sigh. "Mouse brain" I said rubbing against him again. "I'll be fine. I know how to find food and I know where water is. I also have our dumpster at home for shelter so don't worry about me. Just go and claw off those fox hearts ears." I said supportingly. He chuckled and smiled. Pulling me closer with his tail he said, "alright. You win. And I'll be aure to bring you a new fang for your collar too." Grinning I rubbed against him happily before falling into step beside him, our identical white paws falling in unison. We walked together on the darkened streets as the blood red sky signaled the setting of another sun. Little did I know that the sun would not be the only thing falling into red.