"Who needs weaklings?" I snarled angrily. Lionfur gasped, standing up and lashing her tail. "Redkit, no one cat is a weakling. They all have something that makes them strong." My father barked back menacingly. "The only way to be strong is to have strength in your muscles. There is no other way of being strong." I growled iratly. I rolled my eyes as he went on. "That's it. You're in big trouble now Redkit." Lionfur hissed at me, stalking towards the leader's den. "Kit, you will learn someday that strength is not everything. You can have wits and many other things to be strong too, like Petalkit." He put a special emphasis on kit, just for me. "No, Birchheart. You will learn that strength is all you need later on in life. You are just to much of a coward to admit you are wrong, father. I will be stronger than even all of TigerClan combined. One day you'll see you are wrong. One day." I ended the conversation, hissing bitterly. I hate my father. I wish he was dead already. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read more to know if little Redkit will achieve her dreams.... and what sacrifices she has to make to get there.
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