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Introduction
So many Mary-Sue humor stories; all of them, the same thing: beautiful she-cats with dazzling powers, swooning toms and rainbows and comical names. Believe me, mine (a Collection of Mary-Sue Stories) was guilty of the same exact things.
I know about the original Star Trek fanfiction Mary Sue, believe me. I'm not clueless. But this is my own unique fictional take on how such a perfect character came to be so despised (and not just for writing purposes). This is the story of a she-cat that was once a true love of the world.
My Name is Mary Sue
By Stormshadow3, a non-perfect fellow potato and sheep
For my clueless past self
Prologue
I used to be loved.
I know- sad, whatever. But it's StarClan's fault. Not mine. How did all this happen, exactly? Well, basically, I was a Pandora. Fate cut me out to be a heroine and thinks that it can get away with it, and Fate is wrong.
Yeah, I'm a cat. Yeah, I shouldn't know what Pandora is. Yeah, I don't care. StarClan made me smart, and I eventually learned to read. You think you would like being infinitely intelligent? Be mind-dazzling beautiful? Be able to do nothing in private?
Rant over.
The Clans only saw me as a perfect housecat who joined them and later became the stuff of nightmarish myths. Eventually, the story of Mary Sue was all but faded. Soon, nothing was left of me.
Making me took up a lot of StarClan's power, but the Clans needed a savior, or so they say. I don't think even their warrior ancestors know about Twoleg stuff like I did. Nothing can be overdone without being made into a monster, like me.
I never was a cat. I was perfect.