((A/N- Okay this was just a bit of a story I thought about a month or so ago and I thought I'd post the first bit here and see what people thought. I know the first part here is pretty short and I'll do my best to make them younger. For those who don't know or whatever, this is a little before the first book so Brokenstar is in charge of ShadowClan and stuff. I'll try to post the next chapter once I get two reviews and if people like this I'll do my best to keep writing it! Anyways, read and review, hope you enjoy! Turned this into a collab with Thia Superstar so we'll both be writing this together.))

Prologue

"From this day forth you shall be known as Rustpaw and your mentor shall be me."

I padded up to Brokenstar, trying not to show my fear. I was barely three moons old, hardly old enough to be out of the nursery, let alone fighting for my clan.

Brokenstar glared at me, his eyes full of greed as he whipped around to the clan and snarled, "Well? Out of my sight!" he turned back to me and growled, "Come with me Rustpaw."

Rustkit. I thought ruefully, bowing my head as I followed him. I should still be Rustkit.

Brokenstar led me to the ShadowClan training hollow, his eyes hard as he turned to me and snapped, "Attack me."

I nodded, flattening my ears as I closed my eyes and darted forwards, aiming to rake my tiny claws across Brokenstar's shoulder.

Suddenly my small body exploded in pain as I was knocked away easily, claws raking my shoulder and making me wail.

"That was pathetic!" Brokenstar spat, his eyes burning with hatred. "Your life wouldn't be worth two mousetails in battle!"

I flattened my ears as I gingerly picked myself up, wincing at the blood that dripped from my shoulder. No thanks to you. I thought, biting back tears, It's not my fault I'm too small. Too young.

"Attack me again." Brokenstar ordered, his amber eyes glinting.

"Yes sir." I whispered, darting forwards as fast as I could with my wounded shoulder, aiming this time to dart between his legs and bit his paw.

Once more, the ShadowClan leader was prepared and he let himself collapse on top of me. I let out a yelp and wriggled beneath the long-furred tom, squealing and writhing.

I couldn't see, I couldn't breath. Claws ripped at my skin from the sides, my blood flowing out onto the hard ground.

Pain.

I couldn't make a noise.

I was dying.

My eyes closed and suddenly I was floating in the air, watching Brokenstar dismount my tiny body, his amber eyes disgusted. "Weakling." he muttered, padding away.

Was I dead? No! I couldn't be! I was so young, my whole life to live!

I could still feel the burning pain of my wounds, feel the blood on my fur yet I wasn't feeling it. It was like I was caught in between two worlds, almost dead but unwilling to let go.

Unwilling to let myself move on.