MapleGorge's Destruction

Chapter 3

I hated most of the cats in Leafclan. Some of them were nice like Westfeather, Lavathorn, Brindlefrost, Morningsky, and Dustkit. Others like Duckfeather, Sandkit, Fernflower,and Featherfang were pretty mean to me. They elders were pretty good too.

Duckfeather hated my guts, Sandkit was doing whatever she could to get me in trouble with FernStar, and two of the warriors, Fernflower and Featherfang, snapped and glared at me whenever they saw me.

Westfeather and Morningsky treated me like their own kit. They loved me and cared for me and I would forever be grateful for their kindness. Dustkit played with me and we spent most of our time in the elders den, listening to the stories the elders would tell us. Lavathorn and Brindlefrost were two goofball warriors that always played with me and Dustkit in their free time.

The other cats in the clan were alright but, I knew they didn't trust me. They would always avoid me and I knew they would talk about me a lot. From the tones of their voices from little snippets of the conversations I'd over-heard, I knew they were talking about me. About how I was a dirty rotten rouge that didn't belong here and should be tossed out.

I didn't belong here. I was different and the cats of Leafclan what do whatever they could to show that I was.

Based off of looks alone, I stood out among them. My thick, shaggy fur was dark and menacing against the bright colorful short coats of the Leafclan cats. My fur was reddish color, with a black dappled stripe along my back. My paws, chest, and tail tip were pure white. I didn't look like any of my clanmates.

I would often get made fun of because my pelt was thick and constantly bothering me. I would trip over my own paws because they were constantly getting caught in my course chest fur and I would often get over-heated due to the thick amounts of fur I had. The other kits said I would never be a warrior. The thing is...... I didn't want to be one.

I didn't want to feed their wretched kits and die for the dumb code. That was another thing I despised about this clan. Their code.

There was no point to it. I was never going to defend these cats. My friends, yes, but the others, I'd rather die than do anything for them. I was never going to listen to their leader. I wasn't going to wait to eat the food I caught. I caught my prey myself. My hardwork not theirs. I was willing to feed the elders and the kits that were nice to me.

These were just a bunch of stupid laws that were taught to kits. That so called code was just a cheap tactic to avoid life's problems. Some of them made sense, but others, not so much.

Cowards these cat are. I wouldn't even call them cats. Scared of their shadows while the real cats fight and live life to its fullest potential.

I was going to leave this clan one day. They couldn't hold me for long. No one could.

And no one ever will.

AN:Sorry this is really short but I had nothing planned for this chapter so hope you enjoyed this sorry word thing I call a chapter.