Prologue
"Great StarClan!" A huge black tom hissed with rage and confusion. His fur was on ends, eyes wide with shock, and claws unsheathed. A gray queen glared at the tom with disgust as she circled her tail protectively over a very small gray kit with big black ears.
"While you were on your journey, I had our kits," the gray queen growled, slightly agitated. "I don't care how small he is, he is your kit. I left him for you to name."
The great cat looked down at the small kit, his kin. The black tom's ears fell back in disappointment. "He's only a hair bigger then a mouse!"
"I think he is a mouse," murmured Riverkit, the small kit's brother. His sister, Petalkit, couldn't help but purred in agreement. The black tom flicked his tail and silences them.
"Are you sure he is my son?" he asked for the third time but this time with mocking amusement. The small kit stumbled back; he was excited to meet his father, but now he wished this day had never came. All he ever did was comment on his size and his big ears. His father even refused to name him!
"You never acted like this before," the gray queen mewed. "Just name the poor kit."
"Bigkit," his father teased, "Because he's so big in your head!"
The queen stood to her paws and spat angrily, "Stonestar!" The black tom straightened up at his name. "If I know you, you'll give him a warrior name like, Bigears!"
"That's the plan," Stonestar purred. "His name is Bigkit, that's final." The great leader stalked out of the den, his tail flicked in annoyance. He turned around surprisingly and hissed word filled with hatred, "He is not known as my kit. I refuse to say he is my kin."
Petalkit and Riverkit snickered at him. They watched Stonestar go, eyes wide in awe. "Hey, Bigkit," Petalkit mewed crudely. "I love your name; it shows how small you really are!"
Riverkit added, "And how big your ears are!"
The queen hissed, "Stop it you two, if you're going to pick on Bigkit then go see the elders."
Riverkit and Petalkit leaped to their paws and padded out of the nursery, tails held high. Once they were out of sight Bigkit stood to his paws, emotion clouded his eyes. His mother looked at him, anger burned in her eyes. "Bigkit," spat Winterpool, his mother. "If I knew he would name you that I would have named you myself!"
Bigkit padded closer to Winterpool. "I don't like him," he meowed; his voice was unusually high-pitched, even for a kit. "He's mean, so are Riverkit and Petalkit."
Winterpool lightly put her tail on his ears; they were big for his small body. "Your ears are the size of a regular kit; your body will grow into them." Bigkit let his ears fall back. Winterpool could tell he was uncertain by her words so she continued, "Don't listen to them; you'll be the best warrior every Clan had ever seen!" Bigkit could only hope her words would come true. He didn't know how wrong she was.
Should I continue? R&R! PLEASE!