Thanks for the reviews. Here's the next chapter, a special chapter. Every tenth chapter I make will be a special chapter which is about a rogue, loner, or kittypet. So stay tuned to watch for more special chapters!

Tiny scappered through the tall swaying grass, and breathed in deeply.

Mm... the smell of the forest.

The black kitten turned his head, glanced around, then made a dash into the tall trees ahead of him.

This wasn't his first visit to the forest.

He had come here before, discovering three wild cats that had attacked him.

"Their huge, Mama!" he boasted to her once he had arrived home from the attack.

"Wonderful, deary." Quince had purred, licking her son between his ears.

Now Tiny was looking for those wild cats again.

He was curious, like most kittens were.

Tiny scrabbled over a rock and further into the shadowy forest, becoming more nervous at each step.

"Who is there?" he demanded, hearing the snap of a twig nearby.

It was only a squirrel, snuffling through the crisp leaves.

"Oh, why did I go so far?" Tiny murmured to himself.

With no luck finding the wild cats, Tiny turned around and headed back the way he had come.

But he only been walking for a minute when he heard a voice in the shadows.

It was muttering to itself, slowly and softly.

"Why? Why did I have kits with Quince?" the voice muttered.

At the sound of his mother's name, Tiny paused and pricked his ears.

"Not right, not right at all." the voice contuined to mumble.

"Hello?" Tiny spoke soflty, scanning the trees nearby.

The voice was silent.

Then came a growl, "Who's there?"

"Me... Tiny. I'm just passing by." Tiny spoke.

"Hm. Just passing by, eh? Well, this is ThunderClan territory. You'll be clawed if they find you here."

Slowly, a ginger tom stepped out of the shadows, his eyes gleaming a soft green.

"Wild cat..." whispered Tiny to himself.

"Huh. Your small, kittypet." murmured the ginger cat, flicking his tail.

"Are you a ThunderClan cat?" Tiny asked in a quite voice.

"Was."

"Was?"

"I was a ThunderClan cat once. Now I'm not."

"Why? Did you leave?" Tiny asked shyly.

"I didn't have a choice. I was exiled." the tom replied.

"Exil?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you know my mother?" Tiny asked.

"Well, what's your mother's name?" asked the tom.

"Quince."

The name made the ginger tom's eyes widned.

Then he gazed at Tiny with loving eyes, and Tiny realized with a jolt who this tom was.

"Father?" Tiny murmured.

The tom nodded.

"My name is Goldcloud. I was exiled for having kits with your mother, Tiny."

Tiny stared.

Then he ran.

He ran as fast as he could out of the forest and away from Goldcloud.

Tiny was horrified.

He was a wild cat!

He couldn't be... He couldn't!

The moment Tiny rushed into his Housefolk's house, he dashed to his bed.

His nice warm bed... where no wild cats would ever lurk.

Ah, but Tiny IS a wild cat... bwahaha! Anyway, everyone who reveiws gets a Tiny plushie!!! Next up is..... Brackenkit! (Brackenfur) Yes, a special someone out there must be dancing like crazy, cuz their favorite warrior is next! :)