Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow, without a little rain. ~Unknown

[Anyone's Pov]

A small black kit sat in the corner of a dusty windowsill. His eyes were likes chips of ice, he had one snow white paw, and a sleek black coat like glossy raven feathers. A scuffle interrupted the dull silence in the dark of the room. Two kits were wrestling and rolling around just outside their mother's basket. Socks was the name of the biggest tom kit, he had green eyes, thick black fur,white paws, tail tip, and underbelly. Ruby, the only she-kit, was a light gray with fiery amber eyes. The youngest kit watched his siblings sadly. He was the runt of the litter, but he would out to be the most dangerous cat the two-leg place had ever seen. His name was Tiny, better known as Scourge, the notorious leader of Bloodclan

[Tiny's Pov]

Tiny sat at the edge of the soft basket with fluffy bedding. Socks and Ruby were always tussling and messing around. Never would they let him join though. Tiny was always being nagged at. His mother, Quince, never helped much at all. All she did was tell them not to do it again and that they ought to know better. Socks and Ruby just got worse after those chats claiming that Tiny couldn't defend himself. He would show them one day. Caught up in his daydreams Tiny didn't notice his sibling rolling towards him. Socks and Ruby roughly knocked Tiny over and he let out a faint mew. Socks and Ruby took no notice. Quince heard this and ran over to her kit's aid.

With anxious eyes mewed agitated, "Ruby, Socks, come here at once!" Tiny sighed, no matter what momma said Socks and Ruby would still pick on him with constant jeering and sneering.

"Yes mama?" Ruby crept over towards her mother with wide innocent eyes. Socks followed close behind. Quince's gaze grew more stern as she looked at her troublesome kits. They however didn't flinch.

"You shouldn't play so roughly with your brother! You know better than that," Quince's gaze hardened like a stone.

Ruby protested, "But momma he's too weak, and he mewls too much. He always gives away where he is. It's no fun to play with him." Socks was nodding at every word his sister said. Tiny slumped down and his shoulders seemed to give away. I hate being small...All I want is for my brother and sister to like me. I'd grow if I could.

Quince's voice grew sharper against Ruby's protests, "He's your brother Ruby. You should treat him better. I don't want to see rough-housing like that again." Then Quince's tone softened, "Kits today we're going out to the garden." Tiny's gaze brightened and a small smile played across his face. None of them had been outside before. Even Socks and Ruby looked excited about it.

The kind house-folk that feed us are out there too. They started putting something around our necks. It's called a collar. On the collar was a bell. Whenever I moved it made a little tingly sound. I liked it! After a while Socks, Ruby, and I began exploring. There was so much to see, and things that we had never seen before.

Then Tiny sniffed around a painted white fence. Then he noticed a hole in the fence. It revealed huge acres of land with trees everywhere. Much more things to discover and explore! I think I've heard momma talk about this place a couple of times. Glancing around Tiny saw birds scatter in the sky. I think this is the forest. The grass felt soft beneath his paws, and he relaxed letting the scents of the forest come to him, till a shrill voice broke the silence.

"Tiny! Tiny come here!" Quince's voice rang out.

Tiny padded grumpily back over to the garden. Socks and Ruby were playing a new game. A young two-leg was waving a toy back and forth with them batting at it. I don't think they're doing it right. They should just ponce on it instead. I ran up to them thinking about what to do in my head.

"Can I play?" Tiny asked. Time to show them how to play the game right.

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