Hastly, a russet paw stepped into the Gathering territory. The paw was extremely small, about the size of a middle aged kit.
Each toe was tipped with white. Darker russet stripes lined the small paw and the part of the cat's leg that you could see.
Her heart raced. Being so small, she was already picked on in her own Clan, so she knew she would be picked on at a gathering.
Finally gathering her courage, she continued into the area.
Little Temporarypaw.
Temorarypaw.
StarClan knows she was useless, and only the size of a 2 moon old kit. She was actually 6 moons, and a quarter.
Why was she choosen? Who knows.