Tinypaw Speaks:
Not Just a Name
I was born the runt of my litter. Everyone says runts don't live long. Well anyone who believes thatis a mouse brained fool.
There was four other kits besides me in my litter.
Bramblekit, Mousekit, Patchedkit, and Ivykit all died within the first moon of their lives.
Whitecough had struck my litter-mates and my mother. All five of them died. Miraculously, I lived. My family is all gone. (My father, Beavertail, was killed when he was hit by a Twoleg monster.) So now I'm alone.
Cats expect me to be weak because of my lost family and small size. I prove them all wrong. I'm not weak. I can hunt better than any other apprentice and I sharpen my claws regularly. I'm a force to be reckoned with.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a killer. I am capable of loving.
I mean just look at my relationship with Crabpaw. I think I loved him ever since I set eyes on his black and white coat and green eyes.
I'm a good fighter and I'm loyal to Riverclan. I know I'll be made into a warrior soon. My love for my clan is stronger even than my affection for Crabpaw.
Just because my name is Tinypaw, doesn't mean I have a tiny heart.