Life isn't always fair. And the injustice of the world hits some harder than others.
No one loves me. I killed a member of my own family. That is crime enough to be here, eating crow-food on an abandoned Thunderpath.
My name is Jadesong. And I am a member of JuniperClan.
Now, you might be wondering- why in the world would I think no one loves me?
Because of my voice.
There's a reason I'm called Jadesong. And that reason is... well... I can sing. And cats aren't supposed to be able to sing, just meow.
My mother used to tell me I could charm the toughness out of jade, the stone I'm named for, with my voice. My family loved me so much...
But then it killed my father.
My father, Mazarineheart, and I were on a walk, ten moons ago. He asked me to sing for him. And I did.
That was my best performance yet! But my father was so hypnotized by it, he walked right up to the lip of Tiger's Cliff...
And fell.
Hundreds of thousands of tail-lengths to the bottom of the ravine. As I watched my father smash against the floor below, I felt something leave me.
But I ignored it. I raced back to camp and told everyone what had happened.
And I knew I was the one to blame. I knew it even before Mother screamed it in my face. Murderer, they called me. Spit at me. Clawed at me.
I looked to my sisters, Nightshade and Rosefall, for help. But they turned their backs. Couldn't they all see I was sorry? Couldn't they all see I was just as sad as they were?
But they were blinded by their grief, and cast me out.
I missed my father, and felt all the remorse and shame I could feel on my own, without my family by my side.
At least I still have my voice, I thought. But deep down I knew it had died with my father.
And so here I am. Waiting for the day when I can return to my home.
But that sunrise may never come.