Chapter 1
A young black kitten sat in the corner of a basket. He had one white paw, and two ice blue eyes. His name was Tiny, for he was the runt of his brother and sister Socks and Ruby. Tiny had a mother named Quince, who loved them all. Tiny watched his sister Ruby stalk up to Socks, who was hiding in a blanket.
"Ready or not..." she murmured.
"Here I come!" she yowled, and Ruby kicked up her hind legs and charged at Socks. Her back legs kicked Tiny, sending him tumbling into the basket's wall.
"Found you!" Ruby chuckled. Socks laughed.
"Socks! Ruby! Come here at once!" called Quince.
"Yes mama?" asked Ruby.
"You shouldn't play so roughly with your brother. You know better than that!" Quince exclaimed.
"But mama, he's too weak and he mewls to much. It's no fun to play with him!" Ruby complained.
Tiny sighed. This was how it would be. How his life would go. He was the runt you see, and not a soul liked him. How much Tiny wanted to grow, to get big and strong, and show his brother and sister he could do. But for now Tiny had to put up with this.
One day Tiny found the forest, and went on an adventure there. He told his littermates about it but they only laughed and said he was lying. This angered Tiny. But soon his littermate Ruby told him he would get thrown in the river. So he ran out to the forest, and that's where our story begins.
Tiny sniffed the air, scenting the scrumptious forest scents. He loved the feeling of earth under his paws, the gentle breeze...
"Uh-oh..." whispered Tiny, feeling fear. Three large forest cats were staring down at him. One was a blue she-cat. Another was a tom with rigged fur, and another a big tom with huge claws.
"Hello!" he chirped to them. The biggest tom spoke first.
"What are you doing here?! This is ThunderClan territory!" he hissed. Tiny shrunk back.
"I-uh..." Tiny trailed.
"It's just a kit Thistleclaw, it means no harm," mewed the she-cat.
"An intruder is an intruder Bluefur! You're just saying that since he's a kittypet!" hissed Thistleclaw.
"Let's ask my apprentice. What do you think Tigerpaw?" asked Thistleclaw.
"I think the kittypet should be taught a lesson, one he'll remember," growled Tigerpaw. Tiny widened his eyes.
Be strong! Be strong! Be- a pain in his side cut off his thoughts. Tiny yowled as Tigerpaw flung himself into him, sending Tiny into the dirt. Tiny slowly stood, shaking, but the tom came back and clawed his chest, sending him barreling back. He jumped on Tiny, jaws clamped around his throat.
"Say goodbye kittypet," growled Tigerpaw.
"That's enough Tigerpaw!" blurted the she-cat by the name of Bluefur.
"Warriors don't need to kill to win battles remember?" asked Bluefur.
"I was just defending out territory," mewed Tigerpaw.
"And you've done that, this cat learned his lesson," mewed Bluefur.
"Yeah, you'll never forget me!" Tigerpaw hissed. The cats padded away, leaving Tiny trembling. He looked at the she-cat who saved his life.
"W-wait!" he called. The she-cat stopped dead, and turned towards him.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Th-thanks for saving me...um...Bluefur?" Tiny mewed, his voice still shaken with fear. Bluefur nodded.
"Thistleclaw is just..." Bluefur sighed. She sat down, and licked her paw.
"What?" asked Tiny. He went over and looked up at the she-cat.
"He's just...power-hungry, ambitious," she mewed. Tiny looked around the forest.
"But don't you all just live out here and fight everything? What is there to rule?" asked Tiny.
"That's not true. We do fight, but only when needed. You see, um," Bluefur looked down at the kit.
"Tiny," mewed Tiny simply.
"Ok, Tiny, you see Tiny, us clan cats live together in peace and harmony. We hunt for one another, and battle only for territory, if needed, or anything that tries to steal our prey," she explained. Tiny nodded.
"Is that why you attacked me?" he asked. Bluefur's eyes darkened.
"No, kits can do some little harm, so hurting you was wrong," mewed Bluefur. Tiny sighed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's...well...I don't know what to do. My litter-mates told me I would die if I went home, I can't go in the forest...where will I go?" he asked. Bluefur brought him closer to her belly, and Tiny sobbed into it.
"What am I going to do?" he asked Bluefur. He heard a purr of comfort tremble in Bluefur's throat.
"Maybe you could find new twolegs?" asked Bluefur. Tiny looked towards the twoleg place.
"I-I guess," he whispered. Tiny looked around. He sniffed the air again.
"What is that smell?" he asked Bluefur. She smiled.
"A rabbit," she murmured.
"I never had rabbit," Tiny confessed.
"Would you like too?" asked Bluefur. Tiny nodded. Bluefur got up and dropped in a crouching position. She narrowed her eyes and tasted the air. Rabbit lingered. She stalked through the undergrowth, eyes darting from left to right. She saw the white creature slouched down over some grass stalks. Bluefur gathered her haunches, ready to pounce. She sprung forward, killing the rabbit in a swift bite.
"Wow!" exclaimed Tiny. He padded over to the she-cat.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Rabbit," replied Bluefur. She nudged it towards him. Tiny dug in, taking a huge mouthful of the rabbit. It was juicy and tender. The warm prey had elegant flavors of the forest that Tiny had smelled when he first came here. Bluefur purred the way his face lit up.
"How is it?" she asked.
"Delicious!" Tiny exclaimed, finishing the rabbit off. He swiped his tongue over his lips, getting the final traces of rabbit. Bluefur looked at the sun, then back at Tiny.
"I best go you should too. A ThunderClan patrol might come by," she warned Tiny. Tiny nodded.
"Thank you Bluefur!" Tiny chirped. Bluefur nodded.
"May...may I see you again? You seem so kind," he asked. Bluefur went into thought.
"Er...sure...I'll come back here," she mewed. Tiny nodded.
"Ok! See you then!" he replied. Tiny sped off, leaving Bluefur in the clearing. The she-cat purred.
Please StarClan, let Tiny be ok she prayed.