Firestar was back in his old Twoleg den, confusion clear on his face."Do you think this was a good idea Nutmeg?" A grey she-cat cat asked... Firestar's mother!"Of course! Why shouldn't kin play together?" Firestar's mother responded. Suddenly, several kits tumbled in, most, including him, were rough housing but one black one followed calmly behind."Why don't you go play Tiny?" The gray she-cat asked the black kit."They play too rough..." The supposed Tiny answered."Scaredy mouse!" Ruby shouted from the kit pile. Firestar as a kit pulled himself out of the kit pile and mewed "That isn't very nice Ruby.""Phhhttttt" Ruby answered. The two she-cats sat next to each other, gossiping as most of the kits tumbled around. The only one not playing was Tiny who sat in the corner, alone. Firestar felt bad for the little tom so he padded over and sat down next to him. "Hey, Tiny, I don't know if you can hear me but.... You're not alone." Firestar meowed to Tiny but the small tom seemed to not notice him."Firestar this is a memory...." A voice whispered and he was whisked back to reality.

Scourge had just killed Tigerstar, Firestar felt fear fill him when he realized the Scourge looked exactly like.... Tiny! What could Firestar do? Scourge was his kin!