Prologue

"The housefolk cub wants us. Not you. And you know what happens to unwanted kittens? They get thrown in the river." said Ruby with a smirk.

Tiny's eyes widen with fear as the she-cat pad away.

Next day-

The cat runs away from his housefolk house through the hole in the fence.

"I won't get thrown into the river." Tiny vowed, heading to the forest.


Moons later-

Jake was watching the raising sun before he saw a small black cat with a white forepaw and a collar studded with...teeth!? walking past by his fence.

"Tiny!? Tiny is that you!?" The orange cat called out as he jumped down the fence. The cat only flinched once before walking on. Jake ran in front of the said cat, forcing him to stop.

"You're Tiny right? Quince talked a lot about you. You really are small."

Who is he? How does he know? Hasn't he heard of me as Scourge?

"Y-yes. W-who are you?" Did I just told him the truth?

"Oh right, I never visit any of my kits, do I?"

Kits? Does he mean...

"I am your father, Tiny. I should've spend time with you, Ruby, and Socks..."

The cat in front of Scourge twitched his ears before continuing.

"Would you like to come with me?"


Why in the bloody world did he follow Jake-Dad-Jake. Ack. Perhaps it was shock? Scourge hissed in dismay. He can't be weak. He mustn't.

"We're going to visit Nugmeg, my other mate."

What!?

"If you have Mom, then why do you have another mate?"

Jake looked at him. "Have you ever love somebody? Have you ever love two she-cats so equally that you can't choose one without the other?"

Scourge looked away. "No. I have yet to fall for a she-cat."

His father twitch his whiskers.

"Well, come on, you get to meet your younger siblings."

Siblings?


"Nutmeg" "Jake." A brown and white tabby cat smiled as her mate came over. Jake looked over his five kits.

"They're beautiful," he purred, rubbing his mate. Nutmeg rubbed back before opening one eye to see Scourge, his collar alarming her.

"Who is he?" she hissed.

"Don't worry, he's with me."

"What are you talking about?! Do you see that collar he's wearing?! He's that cat in the alley!"

"And he's my son, Tiny."

Nutmeg was about to object again when she stare into Jake's pale green eyes.

"Alright. He can come over as long as he doesn't hurt any of them."

Scourge sees a nod from the cat next to his dad before she motions him to come up.

He padded to the kits, taking a good look. One was orange tom like Jake, another a light brown tabby she-cat with white paws and chest, a tom with fur like the cat next to Jake, a light-brown she-cat and a reddish tom.

"This is Rusty, Princess, Stripes, Socks and Red." Nutmeg introduces, pointing to each. "And I'm Nutmeg."

Scourge nodded, showing he heard her, but didn't turn his awed gaze from the kits.

The orange one rolled off the nest and landed right between Scourge's paws.

Nutmeg watch carefully as he hesitated a bit then putting the kit back to his siblings with his mouth. He watch Rusty as the tom snuggled a bit with his sisters and brothers.

Jake's stomach suddenly growled. His warm look immediately became embarrassed as the other look at him, stifling laughs.

"Okay, okay, I'm hungry and I need to go back to my housefolk. Tiny, it's time to go."

Nutmeg nodded, knowing how worried his housefollk could get when he was gone. Scourge sat there, reluctant to leave.

"You can come back and visit us later, Tiny," Nutmeg said gently. After observing Tiny having such a warm gaze on her kits, she decided to trust him a bit. "And Jake, you're going to have flies in your mouth."

Jake quickly closed his mouth.

Scourge nodded to her gratefully, padded to his father, looked back once, before leaving.

Nutmeg sighed with relieve, thinking about her encounter with Scourge, the leader of Bloodclan and a cold-blooded cat who kills out of joy.


Scourge walked back with Jake to his house. "Well, see you next time Tiny," He said smiling, jumping off the fence.

The cat waited there for a while, then jumped off to his clan.


Well, that's a start.