Littlepaw padded out the clearing.

"Hey Littlepaw," meowed a flame-colored she-cat with green eyes, "What'cha doing?"

"Mind your own business," he muttered.

"R-U-D-E RUDE!" she yowled. 

Every cat's eyes turned toward him. Great StarClan, help me!

"What's this all about?" hissed a silver she-cat with blue eyes. 

The leader, his own great grandmother glared at him with, loathing and hatred seeping in her eyes.

"Shimmerstar, I was going on a hunting patrol," he replied.

"Then be on your way before I decide to exile you. It's obvious you're gonna kill someone if you stay here. Warriors, guard him. Make sure nothing suspicious happens."

Fury swelled in his heart. Just because he stood in the shadow of his dead, vengeful parents that almost wrecked the Clan didn't mean he was going to do that!

Without acknowledging the warriors at his side, he leaped out of camp, a twitch of envy in his heart, that he almost wanted to take the prey he might catch later on for his own.

I just want to be treated equally...that's all. Is that so much of a crime?