I was at home again. With my brother and the monster. As soon as we were alone, he'd strike again. I just know he will. I was very cautious when around my original home. I looked around warily, nobody was here. Just me, the monster and Pine.

"Pine, off you go! Head out hunting." my father instructed.

Pine just sat there, "No."

"Go hunting and don't interrupt me or I will kill both of you." my father growled.

Pine looked at me apologetically and I forced a smile. Pine quickly ran off. I turned to my father and looked him in the eye. He jumped forward and scratched my muzzle. He scratched my muzzle over and over again. Right as he was about to hit a blow across my eyes, I jumped back.

He growled at me, "What was that?"

"A basic dodge." I responded coolly.

"Can you only dodge?"

"No."

"Really? Then fight back." he mused.

I jumped onto his back and dug my claws in. He rolled over immediately so I couldn't jump off. I let go of his back and he quickly got up, then pinned me. He scratched up my belly and I screamed in pain. He smiled at that. He sliced nearly all over my belly. Laughing at each scream of pain. I felt tears stinging my eyes.

Crap! Now he's going to attack my face again!

He smiled as I realized it. I whined as he slowly slid his claws down the side of my face. I whimpered, half wishing that Timberleaf were here. He would protect me. Right?

"Oh and your friend, he also has a wonderful scream of pain. It's not as good as yours though." my father interrupted my thoughts.

Wait what? When has he ever met Timberleaf before?

"Do you not remember?" he asked after seeing my stunned face, "That's the reason I started on you. I decided to stay on you because your scream was better."

More tears stung my eyes. He scratched my face more, but I didn't care. I remembered that had walked away from him. He was obviously older but not by much. I could have tried to help, but I didn't. My father started scratching my sides and I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. He slammed a paw down onto my leg. I screamed loudly in pain as it snapped.

"I gave you the chance to fight back and you still ended up in the same condition that you usually end up in. You're a worthless daughter." he growled into my ear.

I cried as he walked away. I slowly and painfully sat up. He went to go hunt, if I wanted to escape, I could. He would find me again if I did though. I should have told Timberleaf. I should have told the truth. It was too late now, my father would eventually kill me.

This was not the father I knew when I was a kit. He wasn't even a real father. A real father wouldn't abuse his daughter for fun. Or call his daughter worthless. He wasn't wrong though. I am worthless. I lost, even when he gave me the chance to fight back. I could barely even pounce correctly. I turned around to limp to my den and saw a black tom staring at me, shocked.

"This might sound rude, but what happened to you?" he finally meowed.

I just smiled at him shyly. I just couldn't find myself to straight out say, my father abused me. I just kindly shook my head, hoping he'd get the message.

"Come with me." he ordered.

Could I trust him? Well I can trust him more than I could trust my father.

I walked over to him, letting him know I'd go with. He led me to a barn not too far away.

"We can stay here for a while."

I looked at him curiously.

"I live a while away. I just want to wait until you're fit to travel." he meowed while looking at my busted leg.

Doesn't he have any herbs? I can't just leave my leg like this.

He did nothing. He was just staring at me.

Don't you want my name? Aren't you going to give me yours?

I laid down and drifted to sleep, it's better than waiting for him to actually say something.

"Quietpaw, everyone's strong in their own way, so don't worry about physical strength." Timberleaf meowed reassuringly.

How could he tell I was scared about that?

I nodded my head, hoping he understood. I didn't realise that I was backing away as he showed me the battle move. He looked over at me questioningly.

"Why are you backing away? I won't hurt you. Even if I did accidentally hit you, my claws are sheathed." he meowed kindly.

I slowly walked back towards him as he sat down patiently. I ducked my head as I got closer, half expecting him to hit my face. He didn't. He just sat there, patiently waiting for me to calm down.

"Okay, are you ready to go now?"

I slightly nodded.

"You'll have to look up in order to know this one."

I glanced up and he was smiling at me. Not in an evil way like my father did, but it was a kind way.

"Now, back to that battle move..."

I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would just let me go back to camp. His eyes filled with sorrow as he saw my pleading look.

He sighed, "We don't have to battle train today, but eventually you'll have to learn."

I nodded and looked at my paws.

"Let's get back to camp."

I slowly got up and he was already on the other side of the training hollow, waiting for me. I slowly walked over to him while looking down.

"Quietpaw, tomorrow is more hunting." he told me and I slightly nodded.

I woke up and found myself still in the barn. I was hoping to find myself in Thinderclan territory. That cat was still staring at me and it was making me uncomfortable. I looked down at my paws and started shuffling them. Well just the one... The other is still broken. It's like he expected it to magically heal while I slept. He suddenly looked away.

"Err sorry." he muttered.

I just nodded, even though he wasn't looking at me.

I heard him mutter again, "Seems stuck up..."

I felt my fur bristle a bit as anger filled my eyes. Then I quickly glance away from him. I could feel his eyes burning into my pelt again. My ears were hot with embarrassment. I felt tears come to my eyes as I remembered when Timberleaf would watch me and wait for me to calm down. I tried blinking the tears away but the kept coming. The tom just kept staring at me. I can't help but wonder how Timberleaf has been coping since I left.

"I-I'm sorry th-that I'm b-being rude..." I stuttered, "It's j-just that I've r-recently been th-through a lot a-and-" I cut myself off as I began to cry more.

I cried because I couldn't see Timberleaf. I cried because my father wasn't like a father should be. I view my brother more as a father figure. Right now, I can't stand the fact of not being in Thunderclan. Thunderclan is the one place I felt I belong. I glanced up at the black tom and limped backwards, afraid that he'd hit me. He didn't. He just stared at me in awe.

"I-I'm R- err... Quietpaw."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm err... I'm Thunder... Your fathers brother..." he meowed awkwardly.

I didn't realise I was backing away from him until worry lit his eyes.

"No wait! I'm sorry... I saw what he did to you... I won't hurt you... I just can't exactly heal you either..."

I smiled at him. Iit was funny how he kept apologizing. He only scared me... It's not like he offended me.

"I-it's okay.." I meowed while looking at my paws.

"Umm... I could take you to Windclan... They've come to like me... They won't be hostile towards me."

"They will be to me... I attacked them for attacking my brother.." I whispered, just barely able to hear myself.

He nodded in return, "How about Riverclan? Or Shadowclan maybe..."

I shook my head, "How about Thunderclan?" I asked hopefully.

His gaze was laced with fear. What's his problem with Thunderclan? They aren't bad cats... Well not all of them.

"Is that where you really want to go?" he asked nervously, "Maybe somewhere closer would work better... With your leg in that condition and all..."

I nodded my head, "I'll be f-fine. I-it's not the f-first time he broke it..."

Thunder nodded, "Thunderclan it is then.. We can leave tomorrow night at Moonhigh."

I'm pretty sure I whimpered a little because he looked at me funny.