A/N: Hey everyone! this is my first crossover, and of course it has to be of my favorite movie and books! perfect right...? anyway, i think Fishlegs's warrior name will just be Fishlegs, 'cause it kinda sounds like a warrior name.

hope you enjoy!

Ch 1

Hi. My name's Smallkit.

Great name I know, but my dad thinks it suits me.

I'm a small, creamy brown, tabby born with my left hind leg dead, unable to ever be used. It may look now as if I'll never become a warrior, but I'll show them all wrong! I live with the rest of my clan in Riverclan, one of the four powerful warrior cat clans; Riverclan, Shadowclan, Thunderclan, and Windclan.

Right now, I live in the nursery with my denmates Thornkit (Snotlout), an already well-muscled tabby…who just happens to be my cousin, Fishkit (Fishlegs) a clumsy cream colored long-furred kit, Flamekit (Astrid) a slender, sleek-furred, yellowed tabby, and Icekit and Eaglekit (Ruffnut and Tuffnut), two tortoiseshell siblings. My mother, Hawkstep, is always trying to encourage me to play with them.

She nudged me forward towards the play group, "Come on! Smallkit, you'll never make friends if you don't try!"

I dug my claws into the ground, "I don't wanna…" but my mother is strong, and she pushed me to my feet, sending me flying. I got up watching Thornkit pretend that a ball of moss from the elders- or really just elder, we only have one. Her name is Stoneeye. She says Starclan can show her the future, but I don't believe it. Only Medicine cats can do that.

"Hey! Pass it over here!" Fishkit mewed with excitement, joining in the game. Flamekit raised her paw, ready to bat it to him, but was stopped short when I walked up.

I shuffled my paws, staring at the ground in front of me; I've asked to play before, but never with positive results. "C-Can I play too?"

Thornkit just looked at me and rolled his eyes, but then smirked. "Sure, we're about to play a new game. You're on Icekit's and Eaglekit's team."

"What? We don't want dead-foot! He'll just slow us down!" Eaglekit growled. His sister nodded with him, but less enthusiastically.

Thornkit pounced on him and whispered in his ear something. Eaglekit stopped complaining, and Thornkit got off of him, back to where he was standing with Fishkit and Flamekit.

"We're going to play hide and seek," Thornkit smiled "We're going to hide, you seek." My ears perked as I lightened. "Ok!"

I bounded over to the side of the nursery, placing my paws over my eyes. "One…two…three…four…five! Ready or not, here I come!" I squealed as I bounded away from the nursery. I limped around; I haven't been so far from the nursery. Cats were everywhere.

I think I remember names. Redleaf…Pinewillow…and my dad. Falconstar…the leader. He was the one that chose my name. he walked into the nursery, took one look at me, and shouted out my future name. or, at least that's what my mother said.

The camp was huge. I found myself underneath a bush near what seemed like the warrior's den. "T-Thornkit? Flamekit! Where are you?" I was suddenly yanked out from under the bush and thrown out into the clearing.

"What do you think you're doing?" uh oh…Stormtail! Stormtail was Flamekit's father, but that made no difference. Others gathered around as he yelled at me.

"I'm tired of all these kits running around! You should stick to the nursery, not disturb senior warriors!"

And with that my dad came out, looked at me, and shook his head. I turned around and saw the rest of the kits laughing. Well, almost everyone; Flamekit look a bit embarrassed that her dad was yelling, but she glared at me with distaste.

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Hawkstep licked the tuff of fur on top of my head. "It's alright…Stormtail's just grumpy." She meowed. I shook my head, trying to get away from her. "Mom!" I tripped over a stray piece of moss. Just my luck.

Suddenly my father ducked in through the doorway. I immediately rose from the ground. "Falconstar!" I tried to sit up as tall as I could, hiding my bad leg.

"I heard you annoyed Stormtail today." He looked down at me with gray, annoyed eyes.

I looked down at the ground, closing my eyes, taking the wrath.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Smallkit. You're clumsy, don't listen-" "Blame my leg…" I muttered. He glared at me. "These are not good things to find in a warrior! You have a reputation to fill; you're my son! Start acting like you are."

With that he walked out of the nursery, and began talking to the hunting patrol that just came in. I dropped to the ground, burying my face with my tail. No one even cares about me…

Just as a pair of ice blue eyes blinked, as their owner sighed at my cowering figure from outside the nursery.

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~catz4eva101