Trigger warnings ahead and other not so nice stuff so read with caution. Also spoliers!

Third person p.o.v.

The bird chirping lit up the calm pine woods, filling the whole shadowclan camp with their songs. A black little kit slowly blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the bright morning light.

He looked around and saw those three strange cats from the day prior. He remembers the grey and white Tom giving him awful tasting herbs and covering his body with different types of herbs.

Then he looked over towards the cat that saved him, curled up into a tight ball as she dozed away. The sun seemed to brighten up her dark brown fur and make the little light gray patches shine like stars.

Finally he looked back to the lovely she-cat sleeping next to him, she sure was nice. This lovely cat reminded him of his mother, which was a good thing. But tears started to walk out of his eyes and onto the soft moss bed bellow.

His mother Quince loved him alot, more then  his siblings ever would. He started to claw at the moss with his small claws as the memories started to rush in.

All the bullying, torment and harsh words have left deeper wounds then the physical ones ever would. The feelings of uselessness and just pure loneliness was enough to make any cat feel miserable.

Huge sobs started to rack his body as he continued to remember his kittypet life. His body was starting to ache due to all this rapid movement, but it felt like he couldn't stop. He had lost total control of his body, even his breathing was getting out of control.

"Hey little one, it's all okay it's gonna be okay." A familiar voice spoke out of nowhere. Flashes of when his own mother would call him that started to flash into his mind more.

He started to flail out with his claws, which is starting to re-open his wounds. He started to cough from how much he was crying, but his body didn't care. All it needed was a way to let all these emotions out. He suddenly felt to paws hold him down, then he tried to flail around more.

But the black kit couldn't move much so his body finally stopped thrashing about. He heard soft comfating mews but they started to grow more and more faint as he fell asleep once again.

A few hours later:

He finally woke up yet again, but this time it wasn't so sunny, it was darker. He tried to get up but couldn't even move a muscle, his body is way to sore. He sighed in defeat then noticed some cats whispering to each other. He recognized the usual three but not the fourth cat, he looked scary, he looks like tigerpaw.

Some more tears started to fall but this time he could actually control his body. He stopped crying to himself after a few minutes, just in time as the tigerpaw look alike turned around.

The tigerpaw look alike stared at him with an intense glare, one that carried no emotion. He tried to flinch and look away, all that happened was him hissing in agony. All he could do was bare this scary cats glare.

"You better be a great apprentice or else." The tigerpaw look alike spoke, his voice deep scratchy and cold. The black Tom blinked his ice blue eyes as the tigerpaw look alike walked out of the den.

"That was our leader brokenstar, he's never happy." The grey and white Tom mewd with a slight joking tone. So the tigerpaw look alike has a name, brokenstar, creepy. "Oh and I'm runningnose, this is deerpaw and fernshade." Runningnose introduced every one in the den one by one.

He nodded a very slow painfull nod and tried to speak, nothing came out. He took a huge breath in and finally something came out. "I..... I'm tiny." He rasped, hurting his throat in the process.

"That's a cute name." Deerpaw and fernshade meowed at the same time, sharing a huge smile. Tiny shook his head painfully, remembering all the hurt that came with his name. "Why don't you think it's cute bud?" Runningnose asked while looking at tiny's wounds.

He didn't reply, signifying he dosn't want to talk about it at the moment. "So what name would you like?" Fernshade asked while sitting down in front of him as runningnose took off all the old cobwebs. "I don't know....... I don't wanna talk right now." He whispered, his throat getting more and more sore with each passing second.

He didnt even notice that when runningnose was finished the herb and cobweb things. One thing he did notice was some moss dripping with water. He drank and darn and drank. Tiny had drank all of the water and started to feel sleepy again. He quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep, not noticing that fernshade his now fully curled around him.