OK, I was bored and I didn't feel like updating Snowfall, so I now present you with another one-shot!
Disclaimer: I don't own Warrios. I'm too bored to think of a witty, funny version, so there you go.
Have you ever been jealous?
Have you ever felt that raging, burning desire to be better? To prove the other wrong? To make someone feel impressed?
I have.
My name is Firepaw. I thought I was chosen- that I was special. Because of a prophecy I overheard the medicine cat tell Wildstar:
"The flaming sky and the flight of a bird will show the way to peace."
Ever since then, I thought that me and my older brother, Skypaw, were the subject of that prophecy. That we would save the Clans from the war that was coming quickly.
I knew that Skypaw was part of the prophecy. He got gifts from StarClan- he could jump higher than any normal cat should, he could read minds. He was chosen. No doubt about it.
I waited for my powers. I thought it would be awesome if I could start a fire, make the wind blow with a flick of my tail- to possess power like that would be a dream come true.
It turns out I wasn't part of the prophecy.
It turns out the other cat was the cat I loved- Burnpaw. The ginger she-cat with stunning leaf-green eyes, who accomplishes anything she wants to accomplish.
That's when the jealousy started. When Skypaw and Burnpaw headed to the Tribe of Rushing Water to find yet another chosen cat.
They returned four moons later, with a cat called Raven that Soars in the Night. She was a glossy black she-cat with blue eyes. I didn't like her. She was snotty and thought she was better than everyone else.
She was, of course. She was chosen.
Then we became warriors. the two chosen ones and me, the younger brother of a chosen one. They chanted our names- and I felt special for once. I remember thinking, So this is what it'a like to be chosen. To be special.
"Skycloud, Burnfoot, Firewing! Skycloud, Burnfoot, Firewing!"
Then the war approached- chaos rose and the Clans all turned against each other. Raids happened about every two sunrises, and everything was falling apart- until Skycloud, Burnfoot, and Raven stepped in to save the day with their wonderful powers and speeches of heroism.
They stopped the war, and now the Clans are peaceful again. The prophecy came true.
Time has passed. Raven is gone, back to her home. Skycloud has kits, with Burnfoot, who I love. I bet they're chosen for something too.
Their names will all go down in history. They will be remembered.
I won't.
I admit it- I'm jealous.
That was based off something I read . . . now I forget where. Wouldn't you feel that way if you weren't chosen? I would . . . Anyway, review!