Tiny felt every bone aching in his body. He had somehow survived from being killed by rouges at the Twolegplace. Two cats there named, Brick and Bone, wanted him to defeat a dog guarding food from the rouges. Tiny shuddered from remembering how big the dog was. Why would cats come to me for help? I'm just a kit! Tiny thought, annoyed. Then Tiny remembered how he lied about killing a dog and taking one of its teeth for a trophy. "I really need to keep my mouth shut sometimes," Tiny muttered. "Or I wouldn't be in this mess," Tiny mewed, looking at a wound on his left back paw. When Tiny told Brick and Bone that he couldn't defeat that dog, and that he was lying about killing a dog for its tooth, they, along with the rouges, attacked him. He was still very surprised that he made it out alive though. But now Tiny had a new problem. Where would he go now? He would love to see his mother, Quince, again, though the Twolegs would probably find him and throw him into the river. So the Twoleg-nestplace was out of the question. He couldn't go back to the Twolegplace because he would get killed. The forest wasn't a good place either because he was attack a couple of moons ago by a brown tabby named, Tigerpaw, and was also nearly killed. If it wasn't for Bluefur, Tiny would probably be dead. Tiny sighed and realized he was between his old home, and the forest. He walked along the path, trying to figure out where he should go.

"Hey," mewed a voiced from above Tiny's head.

Tiny looked up and saw two pretty she-cats on top of a fence.

"Aren't you that black kit that we said to not go into the woods?" one of them asked, her pretty brown-and-white tabby fur flowing in the wind.

"And looked what happened," the other brown she-cat growled.

Tiny looked at his pelt. He had a couple of nicks here and there, but what stood out the most, was the one on his paw. "I wasn't attacked by those wild cats," he mewed.

"Then what attacked you?" the brown-and-white tabby she-cat asked.

"Some rouges," Tiny growled.

"Rouges did this to you?" the brown she-cat gasped.

Tiny nodded.

"I never knew rouges could that brutal!" the brown-and-white tabby she-cat exclaimed.

Tiny realized that he didn't have time to listen to these dumb she-cats. So he went off.

"Careful kiddo!" the brown she-cat yelled. "You don't wanna get caught by the Clans you know!"

Tiny stopped, dead in his tracks. Clans… He thought. Then Tiny turned around and faced the she-cat. "Did you say, Clans?" he asked.

The brown she-cat cocked her head. "Uh, yeah?" she mewed.

"You mean there's more than one Clan?" he asked, scared.

"Uh huh, kid," she mewed.

"H-How do you know?" he asked.

"A kittypet named, Pinestar, told me about them," she murmured.

"Oh yeah I remember him!" the brown-and-white tabby she-cat mewed.

"H-How much do you know?" Tiny asked.

The brown she-cat shook her head. "Not much," she mewed. "Pinestar didn't like to talk about it."

"What do you know?" Tiny mewed, wanting an answer.

"I only know that there are four Clans," she mewed. "ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and WindClan," she murmured.

"And don't forget their silly warrior code!" the brown-and-white tabby mewed.

"Oh yes!" the brown she-cat mewed. "I remember all of 'em…uh…there's one that's like feed the kits and elders before…"

Tiny didn't listen anymore. He still couldn't believe that there were four Clans! Then it hit Tiny. What if I could join one of the other Clans, besides the one with Tigerpaw in it, and live there! Tiny thought, excited. Then he felt his stomach go in his chest. What if they attack me too? Tiny thought. He then looked into the forest. No. Tiny thought. "I will try to ask them…even…even if it costs my life," he mumbled.

"What darling?" the brown she-cat mewed.

"Uh…" Tiny's voice trailed off. "Thanks!" he mewed.

"You're welcome?" the brown she-cat mewed, confused.

"I really don't have any place to go anymore," Tiny confessed. "So I'm going to join the one of the Clans!" Tiny mewed.

The brown she-cat smiled, while the brown-and-white tabby she-cat gapped.

"You're going to join the Clans!" the brown-and-white tabby she-cat exclaimed.

Tiny nodded.

"I really hope you the Clans will welcome you…uh," the brown she-cat mewed.

"Tiny," the small black tom mewed.

"Brownie," the brown she-cat mewed.

"And my name Nutmeg," the brown-and-white tabby she-cat mewed. "And Tiny, I give you best wishes!

"Thanks!" Tiny mewed once more. He walked in the forest and the air smelled great. He was going to sniff a tree to make sure that this wasn't Tigerpaw's territory, but a huge ginger tabby tom jump beside him. Tiny looked at this tom. He had the same muscular frame as Tiny, and Tiny's sleek fur. The tom just winked at Tiny and bounded to the fence, Nutmeg and Brownie were at. Father…? Tiny thought. He then shook his head and sniffed the tree. It didn't have Tigerpaw's scent, but the scent was very stinking. "Yuck!" Tiny yelled, closing his mouth. Tiny then heard rustling in the bushes behind him.

"Hey!" A huge dark brown tabby hissed. "What are you doing on ShadowClan territory?" he spat.

Tiny gulped, trying to hide his fear back. "I-I-I wanted to join a Clan," Tiny mewed.

"You?" the ragged tom growled. "A worthless, stupid, kittypet, like you?" he mocked.

"I-I'm not worthless, stupid, or a kittypet!" Tiny growled.

"Oh, so we have some problems now…kittypet," the tom taunted, unsheathing his claws.

Tiny stood sturdy, trying to keep his fear away. "I don't want any problems please," Tiny started. "All I want is a nice Clan to live in, that's all."

"And all I want is a squeaky toy to sharpen my claws on!" the dark brown tom smirked.

Tiny started to walk back slowly. "I-If you d-don't want me in your Clan, then you could just say no," Tiny stated.

The ragged tom pounced, claws unsheathed, towards Tiny. Tiny squeak and jumped out of the way. Tiny then pelted into the forest. Hearing the ragged tom hissed in frustration.

"No cat ever gets away from Brokenstar!" the tom yowled.

Tiny then started to run faster. His muscles ached still from the rouge beating from earlier, and his wound started to hurt even worst, but he managed to keep pace. Tiny turned his head and saw Brokenstar gaining up on him. Tiny squeak as Brokenstar lashed one of his claws at Tiny's hindpaws, trying to grab one of them. Luckily for Tiny, Brokenstar was still out of reach. Tiny then saw some light on the other side of a tree and Tiny jumped into the clearing. A huge light brown tabby tom, with a crooked jaw, stood in that same clearing. Tiny ran over to him, and stood behind his one of his paws. "Please help! He's trying to kill me!" Tiny yowled.

The tom looked down at Tiny, confused. "Who's trying to kill you?" he asked.

Just then, Brokenstar burst into the clearing, looking for Tiny. "Where are you runt?" he growled,

"Brokenstar," the light brown tom growled. "What are you doing on my territory?" he asked.

Brokenstar ignored his question and ran to Tiny, teeth bared.

Just then, a very pretty sliver tabby she-cat jumped from a rock, and in front of the light brown tom. "Stay away from this kit, Brokenstar!" she growled.

"Silverstream," the light brown tom mewed. "Get behind me now," he growled. "I don't want you to get hurt."

Silverstream shook her head. "No father," she mewed. "I'm a warrior now and I can do these kinds of things,"

"But…" the light brown tom, was cut off by a golden spotted she-cat.

"Crookedstar, when do you want me to send that…Brokenstar!" she hissed.

"Leopardfur," Brokenstar snorted.

Leopardfur unsheathed her claws and was getting ready to pounce on Brokenstar, until Crookedstar, put his tail in front of her.

"Stay back," he mewed. "I don't want a fight to break out."

Leopardfur growled. "I need to teach this cat a lesson!" she hissed, eyeing Brokenstar.

"Leaf-bare has been a problem for RiverClan this year Leopardfur," Crookedstar murmured. "I don't want Brambleberry using up her herbs for a nonsense battle like this."

"But…" Silverstream then put her tail over Leopardfur's mouth, urging her not to speak anymore. Leopardfur just snorted and sat down, claws still unsheathed.

"Now tell me Brokenstar," Crookedstar growled. "What are you doing on RiverClan territory?"

"I was trying to teach this kit a lesson for tress passing in my territory!" Brokenstar hissed.

Silverstream stretched her neck, and looked pass Brokenstar. "Hey, that's not your territory!" Silverstream yelled.

"Yeah, that's ThunderClan's territory!" Leopardfur growled.

"Care to explain why you were in ThunderClan?" Crookedstar growled.

Tiny thought for a minute. The word 'ThunderClan' seemed familiar. Then Tiny remembered the day when Tigerpaw nearly killed him. Tiny remembered a big mottled dark gray tom, with white patches named Thistleclaw, who told Tigerpaw to attack Tiny, only because Tiny had 'tress passed' in ThunderClan territory. Tiny unsheathed his claws, scraping the ground. ThunderClan seems like the bullies of all the Clans. Tiny thought, slightly growling. But if that was ThunderClan territory, than why did it smell so bad? Tiny wondered. Then he caught a whiff of Brokenstar, and nearly gagged. Brokenstar must have marked his scent there. Tiny then saw a pair of golden paws in front of him.

"That's the dumbest excuse for a fight ever, Brokenstar!" Leopardfur growled.

"But's it true!" Brokenstar growled. "That rabbit was ShadowClan's at first, before it strayed into ThunderClan's territory!" he hissed.

"He's gone insane, hasn't he?" Silverstream whispered into Leopardfur's ear.

"He's been insane all his life," Leopardfur whispered back.

Silverstream nodded in agreement.

"Well Brokenstar," Crookedstar growled, "I want you to go back to your territory now!" he hissed.

Brokenstar just snorted and headed back into the woods. He eyed Tiny evilly before he went.

"And if you come back," Leopardfur mewed, unsheathing her claws, "there will be trouble!" she hissed.

Crookedstar sighed. "There is no stopping you Leopardfur, isn't there?"

"No, there isn't!" Silverstream playfully smirked.

Leopardfur then cuffed Silverstream playfully in the ear, and the two she-cats giggled.

Crookedstar then lifted his paw, so that Tiny could get out.

Then Tiny walked in front of Crookedstar. "Thank you, Crookedstar," Tiny said, dipping his head.

"It's the warrior code to save kits, even if they're not part of our Clan," Crookedstar mewed.

Tiny cocked his head. "Then why didn't Brokenstar follow the warrior code?"

"Because he's a warrior code breaking, worthless, mouse-brained, piece of fox dung-" Leopardfur was then cut off by Silverstream.

"We get the idea, Leopardfur," Silverstream mewed.

Leopardfur snorted then looked at Tiny. "So what is a kit doing all the way out here in the first place?" she asked.

"I'm looking for a home," Tiny mewed, "and I would like to join your Clan…"