Hey Everybody! Samantha here with another update! I didn't get a lot of reviews last chapter but that's fine because it was only the prologue. The ones who did review, however, mentioned that the last chapter was a lot less rushed and more detailed. I agree. And, although it was sadder, it also had a lot more feeling to it.

Another thing I wanted to say was how happy I am that my past reviewers stayed loyal even when I disappointed. Thanks for that, Everyone. This chapter is dedicated to you people!

Also, keep in mind Tinypaw's personality in this chapter. See what similarities she has to her mother.

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"Hey Ratface! Find any cheese lately?"

"What's up Three-Leg?"

"Tinykit! Shouldn't you drink more of you're mother's milk? You're awfully tiny. Oh wait. She's dead!"

Unsuccessfully, I tried to block out the taunts as I nibbled my breakfast. This was a daily thing. Lunarpaw and his siblings, Crashpaw and Daisypaw, would usually wait by the fresh kill pile to tease me and rough me up a bit. The first few times, I'd fought back, but that only proved to get me in trouble when Daisypaw began to fake cry and Clawstar, our Clan leader, came and made everything seem like MY fault. I was stuck cleaning ticks off the Elder cats for six days.

"Tinypaw! Hello? Are you deaf now as well as blind?"

I winced when a claw nicked my back, and curled up tighter, now taking gulps of the mouse I was eating. I had to get away before I did something stupid.

Another claw. Chewing quicker.

A trail of blood on my back. Swallowing fast.

Once more. That's it!

Bouncing up, I hissed, "Leave me alone!"

Lunarpaw laughed, a sick sound, and moved a step back. Cocking his blue-grey head, he sneered, "You're pathetic, Rat. You don't even deserve to be here. You're ugly, you're useless, you're the offspring of a dead fool she-cat and you're definitely WAY too small to be a Warrior. Why are you even here?"

At the scolding of my mother, I bristled. "Snowfur was not a fool! She was a beautiful she-cat and an amazing Warrior before Clawstar-"

"What's going on here?"

At Clawstar's voice, I easily crouched and shook in fear. Looking up with one bright blue eye, I saw him.

The wicked black and white tom always seemed to look menacing. His amber eyes flickered with hatred when he saw me and once more I wondered why he let me live when I was born. If he hated me, what was the point?

"Tinykit," snarled Clawstar. "What ARE you doing? I told you not to start trouble just yesterday!"

I whimpered, but softly said, "I'm Tinypaw now, not Tinykit..."

As expected, Clawstar bashed my head to the ground with a big paw. "Shut up, Tinypaw! Don't talk back to your leader!"

I shakily got to my feet and bowed my head. "Y-Yes, Clawstar,"

Crashpaw spoke up from the sideline. "Sir, everyday this...cat, has been taunting us and causing trouble. I say she needs punishment."

"What?!" I howled at the grey tom. "Crashpaw! You're lying!"

Crashpaw flicked his grey tail and sent me a mock hurt look."Uh! Am not! Your teasing really hurts me."

The other two blue-grey shaded siblings had gathered around their brother and mumbled agreement. Clawstar curled his lips.

"Tinypaw," he growled. "You'll serve midday Patrol and afternoon Hunting Patrol with no food until tomorrow morning for stirring up the Clan. Now, go fetch me a ripe kill. The food here is always so cold and stale. Hurry up."

I didn't bother to object and scurried away, but not before catching Clawstar's next words to Lunarpaw, Crashpaw and Daisypaw.

"You did your Clan good." His voice was quiet and raspy. Somehow I felt those words had another meaning, but I was too scared of Clawstar to care. Besides, I had no time. I needed to catch some prey.

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Before I knew it, I was at the edge of Shadowclan territory, scraping around the trees for any sign of prey. Unfortunately for me, there didn't seem to be any animal in radar. I'd found a dead squirrel, but it was rotten and I knew Clawstar hated the fuzz. I was hopeless!

Just then, I scented a Windclan cat. Scowling, I raced behind one of Shadowclan's thin, scraggly trees. Then I felt embarrassed. I was in my own territory! What was a Windclan cat doing here?

I scented the air again, knowing my limited sight would do me no help and my limping of my crooked hind leg no stealth. The cat was close, and though Windclan was right next to Shadowclan and I was at the edge, this cat was definitely on Windclan territory.

I peeked about, and then I saw him: A reddish-brown tom with a black front paw and dark amber eyes. A patch of white fur on his chest fur was faded, but still in sight. I narrowed my eyes. What was he doing?

The tom seemed to ripping up grass and outright tearing up dirt. What was that about? Cats usually ate grass to tame belly aches, but being around wetland and lots of rain, Shadowclan plants were usually too sodden to help anything but thirst.

Deciding enough was enough, I shouted from my hiding spot in the tree shadows. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

The tom howled and jumped, looking around quickly before spotting me. Being white, I didn't blend very well into the background, so it wasn't hard. I stalked over.

Keeping him in sight with my one good eye, I arched my back and hissed, trying to look fierce but actually being terrified.

"Hey," I said again. "What are you doing?"

The tom settled on his haunches, not looking scared at all, yet I could smell my own fear scent, and I was in my own territory!

"Hello," the tom muttered, as if this was an everyday thing. "I was just looking for some reed. Shadowclan has wetland, so this is the best place to look."

I narrowed my eyes. Just who did this tom think he was? He didn't even seem sheepish at being caught. Then again, I was only half his size and probably didn't look very threatening.

"Shadowclan," I growled. "AND you're from Windclan. You don't see the problem here?"

The tom blinked innocently. "At the last gathering, Clawstar agreed to allow Windclan use of his Clan reeds as we were low. In exchange, Shadowclan is allowed to hunt on our territory by the river. I'm allowed to be here."

Immediately, I felt stupid. The tom was obviously older than me, and thus had gone to a Gathering before. I, just getting out of being a kit, wouldn't know such things. And, he was obviously a Medicine Cat, and therefore would need herbs, such as reeds.

"Oh," I said meekly, dropping the fierce act. "Sorry then."

The male looked surprised at the apology, and I didn't question it. Shadowclan was supposed to be closed off and strong, and here I was, scared as a mouse.

"It's fine," the tom said. "Anyways, I have all I need, so I'll be going. No need to disturb you anymore." I took in the sight of a reed pile at his feet.

"Okay," I whispered as he walked off.

But suddenly, I made a conclusion. That tom, one I didn't even know, hadn't even mentioned my disfigure. All cats had teased me about being ugly or had avoided me, and that male hadn't even mentioned it and spoke to me like I was NORMAL. I had the urge to know him better.

"Wait!" I called. "What's your name?!"

The tom turned, his red pelt rippling in the sunlight, and for a moment I saw how handsome he was, but immediately dismissed the thought. No need for attraction that would only end in heartbreak.

He smiled, and my heart leaped.

"Foxpaw."

And then he was gone.