Summery- Tormented by 'them' a rouge struggles to survive past his seventh moon. That is- until a clan cat comes to his rescue.

?'s POV

"Just a pitiful rabbit, barely a mouthful. Fine, whatever. It'll keep me alive longer." I say angrily, tearing off the flesh from the rabbit. I ate it quickly, I had to or else 'They' would attack again. I was all alone, an unwanted rouge. No name, 'they' just call me black and white, or rudely call me runt. I was barely seven moons old and I was on my own.

My parents were killed less than a moon ago by a dusty gray tom with a name of Murder. And that was what he delighted in. He came in, fire burning in his cold stone eyes. He pushed me out of the way and proceeded to slice my parents open in front of me. I didn't know what to do. Murder turned to me and snarled

"You know why I killed your parents black n' white? They took more than their allowed amount of prey. Now will you do the same?"

"N- No sir." I stammered

"Good boy. Take this as a warning."

I only watched him walk away, not even bothering to clean his paws. He left a bloody path and this was all I would ever remember him for- a bloody trail. I am pushed around by 'them' because I am small, even for my age. They know that I can't do anything to stop them. I wished- for one moment- I could hold power in my claws. Then I would die happy. Just one second to know that I'm not weak. One day I won't be pushed around, I'll be accepted. But, this is all a pitiful dream, a hope. It could never come true. However, this is what helps me get through the days.

"Hey runt!" I wince, promoting Flint to continue "Catch me some prey why don't 'cha?"

I can't help but yell "Why don't you get off your lazy fat ass and do it yourself?"

"What did you just say runt?" Flint growls

"I said-"

"I heard ya the first time! Do we have to teach you another lesson?"

I don't have time for a response; he already lifted his front paw and sliced downwards. I feel myself falling to the ground, warm sticky blood already trickling down my cheek. My little body hits the ground with a loud thud. Flint puts his paws on either side of my body, his claws looking as sharp as thorns. He swiftly rips his claw across my underbelly and walks away, a demented smirk on his face. He only tells me

"Don't forget to bring me that prey!"

I watch as Flint disappears from my sight. I let out a sigh of relief and with a bit of effort, I manage to get back to my paws. All I can do is listen to his commands. Each paw step brings me further from where I once called home. I see a rabbit and I start to chase after it. I sense a strange scent as I pass a certain point and I close in on my prey. I pounced on the rabbit and I bit it on its neck. I gave thanks to Starclan for letting me find something so Flint wouldn't kill me. Then I sense the strange smell again, this time I can tell what it is. A border of a bunch of cats. I don't have the strength anymore to worry about the other cats. Maybe they would be kind enough to kill me swiftly so my nightmare life could end. I just lay my head on my paws and curl up to go to sleep.

I wake up to someone prodding me with their paw. I groan silently and I open one eye slightly. There are several cats standing around me. One was a cream color she cat with amber eyes, another was a black tom with green eyes, the one next to the cream colored one was a fiery red she cat with orange and yellow spots with green eyes and the last one was a dark brown color that was almost a black like color with dark green eyes. The one poking me was the cream colored she cat. I heard her whimper

"What is it? It's too small to possibly be a badger!"

The black tom rolls his eyes "Whatever it is, it's probably dead already."

"It looks like it's breathing…" The fire colored she cat mutters

The dark brown one muttered 'Idiots' under his breath and states "It's a cat."

"It is? I've never seen one like this. What a strange scent!" The cream one exclaims

"Summerpaw, that's because it's not from Windclan!" The dark brown tom yells at the cream colored one- Summerpaw.

"Now, now Darkpaw, don't be mean to her." The black tom scolds

"Oh I'm sorry Nightpaw- should I be mean to you then?" Darkpaw challenges

"Come on guys, we're all Windclan here. Can't we just get along?" The flame colored one asks

Darkpaw, Nightpaw and Summerpaw stopped fighting for a moment. Summerpaw then states

"My sister has a point."

"I'm sorry Oakpaw." The two toms apologize at the same time

I open one amber eye up all the way, prompting Darkpaw to say "See I told you it was alive."

Great, either I get beaten up by a jackass or I have to listen to this smartass all day. Neither one seemed like a good idea right now. I try to get up, but why does it hurt? I look down and see that where I was once lying down was blood red and blood is still dripping onto the grass. I forgot that my underbelly had a stupid tear in it by the asshole that goes by the name of Flint. I can feel myself groan

"Great Starclan- How will I explain this mess?"

I could sense that they were looking me over carefully. I can't blame them- for one I trespassed. Two- I had a torn underbelly. 3- I looked so different. They had solid patterns and I had an odd pattern. My face, underbelly and a dash along each of my sides were all white. The rest of my fur was a black like color. My ears were black and a thick black line around my eyes that narrowed as it reached my nose. Yes, I looked very much like a badger in my appearance- fur wise anyways. As I said once before- I was small for my age.

The peace loving one, Oakpaw, broke the awkward silence "So- uh- what's your name?"

I open my mouth to speak but I can't find the words to say. I have no name yet she asked for one. I couldn't lie yet I couldn't tell them that I had no name. Summerpaw asks

"What is your name?" She sounded out the word name as if I didn't understand. Geez, why does everyone think that I'm an idiot? Size does not impact brain power. Nightpaw sighs

"I don't think he has a name."

I get a little upset at this. I had a name- I just can't remember it. I search for words- a name that would seem powerful, epic and would one day strike fear into my enemies' hearts. I can't be Badger- too small and weak right now. However- that's probably what they are thinking of calling me. The first word I think of comes out of my mouth

"Typhoon. My name is-Typhoon."