Hatred shuddered. Her mother never slept by her, and her brother, though much bigger than she, was little consolence in the cold rain. The ceiling to the upwalker den she and her family slept in had long ago fallen in. The spot where Evil and her were forced to sleep was always damp with rain, and unprotected by wind. Just three months old, the two kittens were fully weened off of milk- there mother refused to feed them as soon as they could talk- and were only given the stringiest of squirrels to eat. Hatred's stomach growled, but she ignored it and pressed herself closer into her brother's warm fur.

She dreamed as she slept a fitful sleep. Nothing was better than life in her dreams. She sat up, her hunger compleatly gone, and all her scars no longer stinging. Like always, a large orange tom with white paws and bright amber eyes came out to greet her. "Hello, little one," he said. He never called her by her real name- he knew by now how much she hated it. "How is your brother doing?" he asked.

"Fine," she replied with an excited wave of her tail. "He's so much stronger than me. I just wish mommy would give him more food... he's getting so skinny you can see his rib bones."

"Yes, I know," he sighed. "But I already told you- you both make it through this. You'll see. It's just a few days now until ThunderClan takes you in." He gave her a small smile.

"Thunderstar," Hatred bounced as she said it, "can I see ThunderClan now? You've told me so much about it. I want to see it! I want to sleep in a warm den, and have friends, and I want Evil to be the great leader you say he becomes! I want to see it all happen, and I want it all so bad!"

The former ThunderClan leader chuckled. "Soon enough, little one, soon enough. But now you need to wake up, live another day. I promise you will see your new Clan soon."

Hatred bowed her head. She knew better than to argue with the one of the many StarClan leaders. But still, under her breath she meowed, "I wanna go see ThunderClan...