Fair warning, i will be going into detail of a lot of the bullying in a few of these chapters.

Wolfkit looked up into the amber eyes of his mother.

"Hello my little kit," she purred, ""what beautiful eyes you have my dear."

"Mother," wolfkit squealed, "i want to go out."

"Not yet," his mother scolded, "your fur is a terrible mess."

He felt her tongue brush over his fur. He squealed complaints until she was finished.

"There," crowwing meowed at last, "now you can go out."

Wolfkit dashed out. And emerged into the light. It was beautiful outside. All the trees, all the grass. He noticed a black tom chasing a dark ginger she cat around. The two were taking swipes at each other every few times. Then out of the corner of wolfkit's eye he noticed three toms padding up.

"Hey look it's the deformed kit."

'What does he mean?' wolfkit thought.

"What should we do shadowpaw?" asked one of the toms.

"We give him a special welcome to the clan." shadowpaw replied.

Wolfkit stood frozen in confusion. But before he could react one of the toms grabbed him by the scruff and lifted him off the ground. They went up to a tree and started climbing. They reached the highest branch, wolfkit still dangling from the tom's jaws.

"Do it clawpaw." shadowpaw ordered.

Clawpaw threw wolfkit up into the air and caught him by the tail and dangled wolfkit over the edge of the branch.

"Now let's make something very clear," shadowpaw meowed, "we are in control of what you will do and say, do you understand. Who are your masters."

Wolfkit murmered something under his breath. Clearly not wanting to tell shadowpaw.

Clawpaw bit down on wolfkit's tail and shadowpaw repeated. "Who are your masters?"

"You are." wolfkit replied softly.

Clawpaw bit down harder on wolfkit's tail causing the kit to squeal but be silenced by the other tom's paw before shadowpaw asked again, more agitated this time. "Who are your masters."

"YOU ARE, YOU ARE." wolfkit squealed as softly as he could, but still terrified.

Clawpaw then dropped wolfkit back on the branch before picking him up again and carrying him back down the tree.

Wolfkit was then dropped off at the bottom and was left to lick his wounds in the loneliest part of the camp.