I am so sick and tired of all this fakeness, lies, hate! NO one trust me anymore, not like they ever did. Not to long ago, I had taken a rouge as a mate, and now I had no kin at all. And it was all my frigging falt! If only I had been there for Hawk, maybe se would have survived! BUt you can't turn back time.

Waking up to an empty den is not a hapy thing. Now when you spend every moment of your life alone. Shaking my orange pelt, I get up to my paws. I strech, my hard muscles enjoiyng the tauntness htat comes with teh first strech of the day. But that is not all that they like.

LIke every morning, I think of battle. Of blood soaking into my pelt, makign me red. Red like me kit. The kit I neve rknew, would never know! A growl forms deep in my cream colored chest, evolving into a hiss. Why the hec did everything have to go wrong with me? WHy my life?

Slowly, I slink out of the warriors den. I lok around camp and see Wonderingpaw and Cloudsong near teh fresh-kill pile. A shudder runs up my spine. WOndering paw doesn't really know about me, so I know I have a cahnce of getting them to trust me. But Cloudsong! They grew up with my story, knew my story. No one in the Clan trusted me! No freaking person cared about little, old NUmbfeather.

My 36 moons on this blasted Earth have been to long, to hard, to unfair. I could care less if Cloudsong told young WOnderingpaw about me. I would just rip him to shreds! Both of them, if they tried to run me out of town! Appriching them slowly, I stare coldly at both with my amber-yellow orbs, THey don't scar me! They are the ones that should be afraid!

"Don't you have something better to do then stuff your face, appretnice?"

I snap. I glare at him before grabbing a lizard. I wrap my tail around my paws and look at the two.

"Or is that to much to ask? What, have no family that all pushs you to hard? No one ot say that your are a worthless pice of crowfood and dpn't deserve to live?"

I slice into my lizard with a sahrp claw, licking the scarlet blood off my paws as I wallow in my harsh memories. My light ginrer-orange pelt gleams in teh sunlight, makin =g me look harmless. But trust me. YOu neve rwant to get on my nerves. Never!

I round on the apprentice and bare my teeth, looking WOnderingpaw right in his puny little eyes.

No, I am not your mentor, but I am a warrior who you must show respect to!

I flick my tail, daring either warrior or apprentice to say soething. I already know none of them trust me, so what do I have to loss by argueing with them?

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I sneer as the she-cat threatens me. Like I give a vole what she thinks! Like I care what anyone her thinks about me! I already know no one her gives anything about me!

I will call him by his name once he has proved to me that he has earned it! Anyone can have a name, but only a few names have meaning!

I hiss at Cloudsong. I notice she seems to be in a daze, and I laugh.

Maybe if you took more time training and less time dreaming you would have a worthy apprentice! Least we know your name suits you! Your head is always in the clouds, and you sing songs to them!

I spit at her and slump my shoulders. I already know what Slatestar would say. REspect others. no going out of camp, care for teh elders, get more prey, yadda yadda yadda. But what do I care? The Clan already hates me! But hey! Is it really my falt that you can't stop love?