Smallpaw was hunting for her Clan. Her mentor sent her away, and she promised that she would return so much prey. As she crouched down, a rustle came from the bushes. She snapped her head around to see a jet black tom with two white forepaws and green eyes, Pigeonstar, come.

"Greetings, Pigeonstar," She said politely. Even though he made her lose her chance of catching the squirrel, she put the thought out of her mind.

"Greetings," he replied, with a strange look in his eyes. He flicked his tail, and three other warriors emerged.

The small, pale brown she-cat shivered in fear.

There was an ugly white tom with one ugly black patch over his nose and one ugly red patch on his side. Another was a bright orange, almost red tom with white eartips, paw, chest, underbelly, tail-tip, and deep blue eyes. The last tom was a dark brown tom with frightening amber eyes.

"Patchpelt," Pigeonstar called to the ugly white tom, "get her."

The took her by the scruff and with the help of the orange-red tom named Scorchgaze, they brought her to an abandoned fox den. She stared with huge, scared eyes. Smallpaw was scared, though she was still rebellious. What were they going to do with her?

"Now, time to pleasure myself," Pigeonstar chuckled, and something slammed into her core.

She yowled in shock and pain, shredding the grass under her darker brown paws. He continued to hardly thrust. Smallpaw was wondering if it would ever turn to pleasure like for most she-cats, but this was unbearable pain!

Patchpelt walked behind her and nosed her tail out of the way. Smallpaw hissed, lashing out a claw at him. For doing so, Pigeonstar did another hard thrust. She yowled and put her paw down shakily. Patchpelt continued to nose at her tail-hole before slamming his own member in.

Scorchgaze slid underneath her and began to suck at one of her nipples. Smallpaw released a small moan. Pleasure began to overwhelm her, and at last, Briarwood stepped in front of her, his member in front of her face. "Suck," he commanded. Smallpaw stretched out her neck to place her mouth on his member, sniffling as she tried to fight back tears. She began to suck. The dark brown tom began to moan.

After a few heartbeats, Smallpaw blinked all her tears away and narrowed her gaze. She lashed out at Pigeonstar. The toms froze in surprise, and she scrambled out of the fox den. When she was out, she felt something tug at her tail. She gasped and slid down back into the den, shrieking.

"You just made the worst mistake of your life, kitty," Pigeonstar's eyes hardened and he nodded to his warriors.

Pigeonstar began to suck her pussy, sinking his teeth in. She yowled in pain at the feeling. Scorchgaze and Briarwood slid under her, sucking on her nipples. She thought it would be the nice feeling like Scorchgaze did at first, but instead, the two toms began to suck harder, their fangs biting into them. Briarwood's claws slashed at them, and she yowled with pain.

The ugly tom, Patchpelt, stuck his member into her tail-hole. "NO!" She shrieked.

None of them listened to her. He met her barrier, and growled when it wouldn't break. He slammed it at her barrier, breaking it. Blood gushed from her tail-hole, and she cried loudly as she felt the stinging feeling of blood.

The toms popped their seed into her bleeding tail-hole and pussy. "Alright, she's had enough," Pigeonstar meowed.

Scorchgaze and Patchpelt took her and tossed her into a thornbush, where she was left crying and rasping over her matted pelt.


A few moons later, Smallpaw was giving birth. She hated how she wasn't even finished with her apprenticeship, and was already in the nursery! She looked down at her five newborn kits. Three of them had the ugly appearance of Patchpelt; two of them were she-cats, the other being a tom. Her gaze traveled toward her fourth dark brown she-kit who bared the appearance of Briarwood. Then she stared at her last kit, who was an exact look-a-like of Scorchgaze. Miserably, Smallpaw's head fell down and her kits cuddled with her.