When I was just a little rogue kit, my family tortured me. I was hardly fed a morsel, I had to sleep on a cold, pointy, rock. I was hit when I did something wrong. I never played with my three litter-mates, I cleaned my family's moss and had to hunt. Yes, I had to hunt. I had to hunt as a kit.
Then one day, I was starving and cold. My family was beating me again. FlowerSong spotted me. She protected me against my family, who would've killed me. I'm alive to this day because of that wonderful, strong, kind-hearted warrior.
From that day, she raised me as her own. I ate fresh kill by then, but, she still treated me like I was her kit. She made me feel not alone anymore. She always concerted me, still does to this day, and im a warrior!!
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My Hero, FlowerSong
RandomI, Shimmerheart, need to tell every cat about a wonderful warrior. she expresses kindness, loyalty, generosity, etc. She saved my life before, took me in, when I was just a rogue kit. She's special. She is my hero. She is my best friend. She is like...
