The kit could not believe his eyes, as he looked through the bush and onto the scene. What he saw was two apprenticed kits, bloody and dead on the ground, and they were barely five months old. Over their bodies was Brokenstar how could he, I even thought he liked them, but then a horrible thought entered the young kits head if this is what he does to kits he likes, then what will he do to me. He didn't even wait to see what Yellowfang had to say about it, he just ran, he ran until he couldn't run anymore, and that was the edge of the territory. He caught his breath in the sunlight, showing his white fur with blotchy black and ginger. He looked back to the territory one last time "good bye, shadowclan".
He left the border by the Highstones, hoping to find a better life. He was trying to navigate the tall stocks of corn, when he heard a noise in the distance. As it got closer he could make it out clearly barking. He quickly ran away from the noise but the noise kept getting closer, and closer. When he broke through the stocks he could feel the dogs' breath on his tail, and he dived for a rickety den that was nearby. The dog rammed its mouth against the small opening, that got bigger and bigger, until it's two leg owner yelled for it, the dog retreated slowly until it disappeared beyond the corn stocks. The small kit did not dare to leave the safety of the hole until it was long gone, and as he left, he realized just how fearful this life would be, but he was still determined to go forward, for at least a chance at life.
His travels then led to a large two leg place with many dens surrounding the paths that ran beyond sight. The dens had darkened since the sun had set. He had barely traveled through the dens when his stomach started to rumble. He looked around for a place to hunt and found a crumbling two leg den, there were no two legs there and plenty of mice. After entering he found a mouse nibbling on crumbs, he got down and moved forward, but unfortunately he failed his approach and the mouse fled before he even got close, He layed on the ground, lying in his sorrow in the darkness, when a low growl pierced the air. He lifted his head and turned slowly towards the noise, finding the source to be a dog with gray fur. He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to hide. His leg didn't move as the dog slowly approached him. When the dog was inches from him he lowered his muzzle next to his and yelled in cat speak "GET OUT"!
The only response the kit could make was to cry. The dog lifted his muzzle and stared at the kit, now realizing it was kit, awkwardly "aw geese, come on don't cry" the kit continued to cry what do I do, I'm no good with kids.
The kit started to snivel "w-why a-a-aren't y-you ea-eating me".
"EW, I don't eat cats, I was just protecting my territory. Where do you live, I'll take you home".
"I, I don't have a home".
He didn't buy it, but he didn't know where he lived, so he decided to play along "you know, you shouldn't run away without knowing how to hunt, or fight, so you should really go home".
"I can't"!
The dog pulled back "well then, do you want to stay with me, I can teach you how to live".
"R-really" he looked up with hopeful eyes
"well I can't just leave a kit to die can I" he gestured to another room "come along, I want to show you our bed".
The kit walked with him "what's your name"?
The dog walked into the next room "it's Cinder, what's yours"?
"It's… I don't think I deserve that name anymore".
"Well, how about I just call you Patch for now".
"Sure, I'm fine with that" he said following Cinder into the room, to find a small den with a bed as big as Cinder, he could tell since Cinder was in it already in it. He gestured me over, pulled me in and curled around me, and I enjoyed the warmth he gave me, falling asleep rather easily.