Littlekit jumped, trying to get a glimpse of the horde of cats.

His ears squashed, he felt a trickle in his heart. A trickle of darkness in his heart. He knew what it was.

Legacy.

Legacy, the terrible inheritance of his parents-known to be evil.

He couldn't hear a word as the cats squashed him purposely.

"Mouse-brain..." one muttered.

"Ugly," one hissed. 

He couldn't hear a word as the cats separated.

I must be Littlepaw now...

"Who's my mentor?" he jumped. 

"Flickerblaze," a tortoiseshell she-cat muttered.

He nodded, touching his mentor's nose and bounding out the camp with him.