After 2 and a half years I have returned. I will look back at my old stories and try to pick them back up, but I wanted to post something brand new that has gotten me really inspired lately. It's this. What is this? Welllll… it's more than just Tiny/Scourge taking Rusty/Firestar's place. Okay, okay let me try to explain.

I had recently gotten enamored with the idea of random generators and such and had a thought, what if I threw Warriors through a bunch of random generators? So I did, along with adding in some other crazy ideas and this is the result. So while at first it seems like a Tiny joins ThunderClan story, you will quickly discover that it's far from that.

..oops just realized I forgot to put pairings unrelated to crazy ideas through random generators. I'll have to get on top of that, though those won't be for a while.

This did not go through a Beta, so apologizes for a ton of mistakes. I am also really rusty at writing, I think the beginning really shows it but I gave up trying to rewrite it. Sorry.

Chapter One

Tiny awakens with a start, shivering from the nightmare he had just experienced. He felt cold as if he could still feel those icy waters' death grip on him from his dream and the voices from his siblings echoed in his skull.

"Housefolk drown unwanted kittens!"

"You're so useless and small, no one would ever want you!"

"You're going to get thrown in the river!"

Shaking his head to try to get rid of those voices, Tiny unfurled himself from the soft blanket he was sleeping on and left the corner that he had chosen to sleep in. He looked around and spotted his mother still asleep in the soft nest the housefolk had provided for her.

His siblings, Ruby and Socks, had already found new housefolk to live with, but no one wanted him. He was scared that his mother's housefolk will dump him in the river; he could barely be called a kitten anymore, even though he was still small enough to be mistaken as one. His mother often tells him not to worry, but he couldn't help worrying after all the things his siblings told him over and over as kits.

He made his way over to the cat sized entrance in the housefolk's barrier and stepped out into the housefolk's yard. Blinking in the dawn light, he listened to the birds just waking up and starting to sing. Tiny walked along the yard's fence as he tried to calm his chaotic thoughts. As he paced along the fence, he stumbled upon the hole in it that he had discovered as a kit. Tiny crouched down to peer through it to gaze upon the forest that lay beyond. He remembered being told there were wild cats living in that forest, his mother had called them savages and a scourge on the name of cat, but he also recalled when another housecat had visited the yard when he was a kit.

He had been scared of the strange visiting she-cat and hid in a bush, but he listened as Ruby and Socks talked to her and she told them that the forest cats weren't all that bad. She said she had even met some who treated her well and even known a few housecats that had decided to live with the forest cats.

Tiny crept closer to the hole in the fence. Maybe his mother was wrong about the forest cats and the other housecat hadn't just been telling stories to entertain kits. At the very least, those wild cats surely didn't drown unwanted kits; no cat could be that cruel he thought.

The small black tom pushed his way through the hole, discovering he could still fit, but if he had been any bigger, he wouldn't have been able to. He stared back at the hole, pondering if he should tell his mother that he was going into the forest, but decided against it. He didn't want to disturb her rest and he also didn't want to be told no, besides he'll be right back. He was just going to find a forest cat and ask them a question.

As he wanders further and further into the forest, Tiny began to wonder if perhaps there really were forest cats living in the forest, or if he was there too early to see any of them as they'd all be in their nests sleeping. He pads his way into a clearing and seeing a red-furred creature on the other side, back to him, pawing at the base of a tree.

'Finally! That has to be a forest cat!' Tiny thinks as he steps closer. "Hello!" he calls out to the other. The other stopped, white-tipped tail flicking once before falling still. As he got closer, the tom noticed just how big the other was. 'He's really big. Maybe forest cats just grow really large?' "Forest cat?"

The red-furred creature turned to face the cat and the small housecat let out a screech of fright as he recognize dog-like features on the creature that certainly wasn't a cat. The creature leapt and landed on him, grabbing him in its teeth and shaking him roughly, its teeth hooking onto his collar, causing it to tighten on his neck. Tiny unsheathed his claws and franticly tried to claw and bite at his attacker, the only thought in his mind being 'I don't want to die!'

The small tom managed to get a few well-placed scratches on the creature's face, which caused the creature to throw him. He landed hard on the unforgiving ground, collar snapping off, but he quickly pushed himself to his paws and ran in a random direction, wanting to put as much distance between himself and the creature that just tried to murder him. He had no idea where he was going, but he didn't care, he wanting to live! Heavy pawsteps sounding behind him told him that the creature had given chase and was following him.

Running, Tiny noticed none of the trees looked familiar to the ones that he passed going through the forest originally, so he did not have the option to run back to the housefolk's yard and nest for protection. His only hope now was to find a place to hide that the creature could not get to. He took a sharp turn to avoid running into a large tree, only to run directly into something. 'No. no, no, no, NO!' His thoughts wailed as he tumbled in the dirt to a stop.

Getting back to his paws, the housecat saw that the thing he ran into was another cat. The other cat was also black and small, though bigger than him by a bit. "Creature!" Tiny managed to get out between gasps of breath, wanting to warn the other. "It's coming!"

The other black cat blinked at Tiny but his head whipped around as the red creature came bounding around the tree trunk. "Fox!" the mysterious cat yowled loudly into the forest. He was on his paws and standing in a certain way as he faced the murderous red creature.

The red creature, a fox, yipped and lunged at the new cat, who dodged to the side before leaping onto its back. The fox let out a screech of pain and turned its head to snap at the cat on its back with large, sharp teeth. Tiny stared with wide eyes, amazed that any cat could stand up to a creature like that.

The fox's teeth connected with something, a leg, and it bit down hard, drawing blood, as it pulled the small cat off of it and tossed him into a tree. The cat struggled to get up, but it's leg buckled and it collapsed to the ground. The fox rounded on the wounded cat, a cruel look shinning in its eyes.

'No!' Tiny thought as he stared in horror as the fox came closer and closer to the other cat. 'I can't let this happen!' He thought, letting out the loudest growl he has ever made. Tiny ran at the fox, ramming into its side, clawing and biting at a leg. The fox hardly budging from the light weight that had hit it, it turned and glared at the tiny cat before snapping its jaws around him and biting down.

Tiny cried out in pain as he felt the teeth sink into his body and blood pour down his sides. 'Is this how I'm going to die?' he thought as the pain threatened to overwhelm him. He should never have left the housefolk's yard, should never have left his mother's side; his mother who he probably won't get to see again if he dies here. Two fierce yowls reached his ears before he was suddenly dropped onto the hard ground.

Two blue-gray cats burst through the undergrowth and viciously attacked the fox. The fox yipped in surprise and fear, turning tail from its attackers and running away. One of the blue-gray cats gave chase, attacking its heels and tail, driving it further and faster away.

The remaining gray cat, a she-cat, padded over to the two injured black toms, eyes running over them, assessing them. "Bluestar!" the other black cat called out in relief. "Thank you for coming. For a moment I was afraid you didn't hear my yowl."

"We heard you, Ravenpaw," the she-cat meowed in a gentle, yet authoritative tone. "How badly are you injured? Do you think you can walk?"

The other, Ravenpaw, got to his paws and tested out his bloody leg, he winced as he put weight on it, but it didn't buckle like before. "I think I can get back to camp on my own," he mewed cautiously.

Bluestar nodded before turning her attention and blue calculating gaze on Tiny, who lay very still on his side, eyes barely open as his breath came out in painful pants. The other gray cat, a tom, came padding back at that moment, moving to the she-cat's side. "I've chased the fox as far as Tree-cut Place, Bluestar. I'll inform Redtail of its presence when we return to camp so he can get a patrol together to drive it out of our territory," he reported to the she-cat.

"Thank you," Bluestar meowed, blinking appreciative at him. "Can you carry this kit to the medicine cat's den? He is in desperate need of medical care."

The word kit got Tiny's pelt bristling in anger, he leapt to his feet despite the intense pain. "I'm no kit! I'm already two seasons old!" he hissed at the gray colored cats. And maybe he shouldn't have done that as darkness edged his vision and his legs shook, barely able to support him. His eyes rolled back as the blackness and pain took over before he could even feel himself collapse back down to the ground.

That's it for chapter one. Poor Tiny didn't know that his mother's twolegs had already decided to keep him. I'll try to get chapter two out real soon as one of the craziest changes is revealed in there. Bet no one can figure it out, it's really out there.