Just so no one gets confused with the characters, I changed the POV (point of view) to one of the cats in Sunclan. I'm going to be doing that with the other two clans too. Thanks! Enjoy!

Little woke up and stretched. Yawning, he looked around at his surroundings, being the last time he would ever see them, since he and the other cats he lived with moved around and never stayed in one place. They were in a small clearing with rocks of all sizes scattered everywhere. Well actually it looked like this everywhere they went.

The leader if their group of rogues, Birch, had managed to find a hot, sunny spot in the foothills for them to stay. Everyone here preferred to stay in hot or warm place, partially because a few of them couldn't handle cold weather very well. Because of this, they had to stay near the desert. If they went to far, it would get to cold for them, or so they feared.

Big deal, thought Little, its not like we're going to freeze to death. We're all cats! We can handle almost anything…. Ok maybe only most of us can handle everything. At least I'm one of them.

"Hey Little! Are you daydreaming again? Lets go! Birch says we should go find somewhere else to stay!" Called Little's sister, Forest, "Lets go lets go lets go!"

"Ok Ok Ok! Geeze! What's gotten you all hyped up? Or is everyone like this except for me?" Little remarked.

"Pretty much. Maybe if you stopped moping about having short legs, you'd be happy like everyone else!" Forest said in a matter-of-factly voice.

Little looked down at his feet angrily. "Just go away and leave me alone! I will join everyone in a few moments."

Forest purred. "Fine ok. See you later!" With that she bounded off.

Little just stared after her in disbelief. Why does she always use that to give me a reason to be in a bad mood? Little sat for a while before he started talking to himself again. Then again… that probably is the reason I'm so angry all the time. Why must I, out all the cats here, have to have short legs? Plus I'm practically named after my stupid short legs.

Little decided to go hunting, since there was no more prey left, and he wanted some time alone. He walked over to one of the biggest rocks in the camp, where Birch was. It would be so much easier to just ask my mom or dad! But nooo. They have to be dead! Why did they have to be hit by a monster? Little sighed and kept on walking over to Birch.

"Hi Birch." Little said, trying not to sound as angry as he felt.

"Hi there Little! How's it going?" Birch said cheerfully.

"Oh. Ok… I guess. I have a question I want to ask you." Little said in a dull tone.

"Ok what is it?"

"Is it ok if I go out hunting? Alone?" Little asked hopefully.

Birch huffed. "Why, to blow off more steam? You have looked pretty angry lately. If it's because of your legs, then you should really try to stop worrying about it. By the looks of it, you and your sister have no disadvantage at all."

"I know! I know!" Little hissed at him angrily. Usually no one would even dare to hiss or yell at Birch. But ever since his parents had died, Birch has acted as their father. So Little could hiss at him with out being put down by someone else.

"Ok, time for you to go. I don't know how much longer you'll last! Have a good time!" Birch waved his tail indicating that their conversation was over.

"Ok then…" Little watched Birch walk over to some of the older cats to talk before he actually started walking away from the camp. As he walked toward the open land in front of him, he thought about random things. But he mostly thought about the things he hated about himself. Why can't someone that doesn't care about anything have the short legs? Why me? Why? He hissed to himself. How does Forest stand it? Does she actually like having short legs? If she does then my sister has bees in her brain.

Being absorbed in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the big tree that was right in front of him. He only noticed after he bumped right into it.

"Ow! What the–" Then Little looked up. "Whoa…" Here was one of the biggest trees he had ever seen. It had huge, star shaped leaves, a wide, furry looking trunk, and long branches. "How did I not notice that?" After staring at the tree for a while, Little looked around him. He didn't recognize any of his surroundings.

"How did I manage to get lost?" Little said to himself. He sniffed the tree. No one had been here before. "Well that's not right. Someone has had to have been here!" He sniffed it again, but more carefully. This time he caught a whiff of a scent. A faint scent of cat. Very faint, but it was there.

Little suddenly felt very curious as to who was here. I wonder how long ago this cat was here! It must have been a long time ago. No one could smell any other cat around. This could be an ancient cat scent! But how can I find out?

Little shivered. Looking up, he saw that the sky was getting dark. "Have I been here this long? Then he realized he had been sitting around the camp for a long time just doing nothing, and then he walked and found the tree, and stared at that for a long time. How could a tree be so time consuming? Well I guess that must be a good thing. I think I'll come back tomorrow. Well… if I can convince Birch to stay here for at least another night. That would be great!

With that happy thought, he walked toward where he had walked from, sniffing for his scents, since he didn't even know how he had gotten there. In no time, he made it back to camp, a lot happier than he had been when he had left the camp. He walked toward the group of nest where his friends Ivy, Storm, Cheetah, and his sister, Forest was.

"Hi everyone!" He said in a cheerful but tired tone.

"Hi!" replied everyone except Ivy, who was already fast asleep and snoring.

"Where were you? I just saw you walk off after hissing at Birch at sun high and then you come back at nightfall!" Forest remarked.

"Well sorry! I just went for a walk that's all! You know perfectly well how angry I was this morning." Little exclaimed.

"Well I always know that, since you're always angry." She shot back.

Little huffed. "Well you know why I'm angry and I have a perfectly good reason to be angry too. So can we just stop talking about why I'm angry and get some sleep? I'm so tired!"

Forest sighed. "Fine ok. Go and get your beauty sleep." Then she yawned loudly. "Ok I think I need to go to bed too."

Little laughed along with Storm, who was now the only other cat awake now besides Forest and Little.

"Yeah why don't we go to sleep now I'm getting really tired now, especially after listening to you two." Storm said, yawning.

"Ok. Well let's hope you're not as angry tomorrow." Forest said tiredly to Little as she curled up in her nest. Soon after she said that she was fast asleep.

Not looking to see if Storm was asleep, Little curled up in his nest, and rested his paws on his short legs. "Ok…" With that said, he fell asleep, thinking about the big tree he had discovered.