Hi Everyone! This is Snowtail and I'm going to do a series of One-Shots! YAY! :D:D:D:D

Disclaimer:

Snowtail: Snowfur, will you do the disclaimer?

Snowfur: Of course I will! Snowtail doesn't own Warriors. Oh, and Erin Hunter does.

Snowtail: YAY!

List of One-Shots:

1. Disability

2. Stuck

3. River

4. Leader

5. Sharing

6. Battle

7. Forbidden

8. Prey

9. Burial

10. Scar

11. Night

12. Mistake

13. Apprentice

14. Moon

15. Pain

16. Nursery

17. Mates

18. Rain

19. Newleaf

20. Brother

21. Lost/Found

22. Happiness

23. Queen

24. StarClan

25. Father

26. Leafbare

27. Murder

28. Guilt

29. Silence

30. Bully

31. Greencough

32. Deathberries

33. Hurt

34. Game

35. She-cat

36. Courage

37. Dreams

38. Scent

39. Warrior

40. Alone

Alright everyone, here is One-Shot 1 (hahaha), Disability

Pebblekit sighed and stared wistfully out of camp. She looked behind her and winced at the sight. Her two back paws were twisted backwards, making it impossible for her to walk. She had learned to drag herself around, but it wasn't good enough. Pebblekit wished desperately that she could become a warrior, but it was impossible. Her name is and would always be Pebblekit. Even though she was fourteen moons old, and her brother and sister were warriors, her name was still Pebblekit. Streamlight, her sister, and Stoneriver, her brother, were great warriors of RiverClan. But she would never be. A flash of anger and hurt overwhelmed Pebblekit for a moment. Pondleaf. Pondleaf was the reason she was crippled and couldn't be a warrior. Pondleaf was Pebblekit's mother, and she had doomed Pebblekit to a life of wishing. Pondleaf had been so stubborn, and refused to stay in the nursery even though her kits were due in a quarter moon! Pondleaf wasn't even helping the patrols as she would get tired easily and her belly was slowing her down, so she couldn't catch any prey. But Pondleaf had insisted on keeping up her warrior duties, even though Berryleaf, the medicine cat, tried very hard to convince her to stop. Unwillingly, my mind found the memory of Volestar, my now dead father.

Flashback

"Pebblekit... I have to tell you something."

Pebblekit reached up, her tiny front paws groping up from the nest. She blinked open green eyes and stared the strange newcomer. He was silvery gray, with green eyes. She looked back at her paws, which were also silvery gray. The tiny she-kit wondered why her paws were the same color as the big cat's. She opened her mouth to speak, and her voice came out squeaky,

"Who are you? How do you know my name?"

The big, scary cat answered,

"Pebblekit, I am Volestar, your father. I know your name because I helped decide it. I thought of Pebblekit because the gray specks on your flank look like pebbles."

This was a lot for the tiny kit to process, so she just tried to memorize what he said and sort through it phrase by phrase. The big, scary cat was Volestar, her father? He helped decide my name? I have gray specks on my fur? What's a pebble anyway? Pebblekit swallowed these questions, she'd ask Pondleaf later. She (squeakily) mewed,

"OK... What do you need to tell me?"

Volestar's face was sad and his eyes cloudy. He gently leaned down to pick up Pebblekit's scruff. Pebblekit didn't resist, because this cat was her father, and her father wouldn't hurt her. Besides, she couldn't really do anything. Volestar set his daughter down and wrapped his silvery tail around his daughter. He mewed sadly,

"Pebblekit, you can't walk. Your back paws..."

He trailed off, staring into space. Pebblekit looked down to see her back paws, twisted the wrong way. She looked at them helplessly, and tried to twitch the muscles there. The muscles felt stiff, hard, cold, unmoving. Nothing happened. Pebblekit looked up at her father, who had sorrow and pity shining in her eyes. Volestar gulped and continued,

"Pebblekit, let me tell you why. Right before you were born, your mother refused to give up her warrior duties. Most queens go into the nursery about half a moon to a moon before the kitting. Your mother... she didn't want to. Pondleaf was doing her warrior duties only a quarter moon before you were born. Then, she was hunting and her belly brushed a pointed up stick. It didn't hurt her, but it pushed hard against her belly. My theory is that the stick pushed on your paws and since they weren't fully developed yet, they turned backwards."

He took a deep breath and shuddered. He picked up Pebblekit's scruff and put her gently in the nest. The RiverClan leader gazed at Pebblekit then turned, about to leave. He took a step forward, then stopped. He mewed softly, without even turning around,

"Pebblekit, you will never be a warrior."

End Flashback

Pebblekit sighed and gazed around the clearing. You will never be a warrior, you will never be a warrior... those six words echoed in Pebblekit's head. She heaved another sigh and put her head down on her paws. She was on the basking rocks in the camp, which was right in front of the elder's den. Her den. She curled her silvery tail around her nose and stared at it. Her tail looked just like her father's. Her father, you had sealed her fate, by telling her those six words. You will never be a warrior, you will never be-. The chanting in her head was abruptly interrupted as her belly gave a moan. She stared helplessly across camp where the freshkill pile was. Why, StarClan, why? If only.... Pebblekit stopped herself just in time. Before she gave in to the sentence. The wish. Pebblekit began to think about Larkflight, an elder who had just passed away. She had been more of a mother to Pebblekit than Pondleaf had. Pondleaf had always said that she loved Pebblekit when asked, but her attention was always on Streamlight and Stoneriver. One day, Pebblekit had started to the elder,

"I wish-"

Larkflight had immediately interrupted her saying,

"Pebblekit, I know. Believe me, if wishes were fishes, we would never go hungry."

Pebblekit had always remembered that line. If wishes were fishes, we would never go hungry. Pebblekit was lost her thoughts and her misery when she heard a familiar call from Rockstar, the RiverClan leader. Rockstar had always been rather harsh to Pebblekit, so she didn't like him very did Larkflight, when she was alive.

"Let all cats old enough to swim gather beneath the Great Stone (A/N: I made that up) for a clan meeting!"

Pebblekit gazed sorrowfully down into the main clearing, she was old enough to swim, but couldn't. Rockstar's tail twitched,

"You too, Pebblekit."

Pebblekit was astonished. He'd never singled her out before only to look at her and sigh. She had overheard him once talking to his littermate, Fishsplash,

"Fishsplash, you know, what am I going to do about Pebblekit? She's an elder, sure, but she hasn't earned moons of rest like they have! And in leafbare, she eats prey that the warriors, queens, or actual elders could have eaten."

Pebblekit had never felt more alone than at that time. Thankfully, Larkflight had still been alive. The old she-cat had heard Rockstar as well and hurried Pebblekit into the elder's den so that Pebblekit couldn't hear Fishsplash's response. Pebblekit snapped out of her memories and dragged herself, slowly and painfully, down the sunning stones. She dragged herself to the edge of the crowd of cats gathered beneath the Great Stone. Rockstar's tail twitch again as he spoke,

"Pebblekit, come under the Great Stone. I... I... Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the name of the cat you see before you, for it does not stand for what she is. By my authority as clan leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give this cat a new name. From this moment on, she will be known as Twistfoot. We honor her intellengence and kindness."

Twistfoot stared in horror. No, this can't be happening she told herself, again and again, but she didn't believe it. Twistfoot bowed her head in submission, but stayed there, wanting no cat to speak to her ever again. The clan chanted her horrible new name, and Twistfoot felt very alone,

"Twistfoot! Twistfoot! Twistfoot!"

Suddenly a familiar scent wreathed around her. It was Larkflight. The she-cat brushed her dappled pelt against Twistfoot's silvery gray one and murmured,

"Pebblekit, don't worry. You will never be alone. I will always be with you."

Twistfoot's head turned to see Larkflight, and she saw a misty outline of a dappled she-cat. Twistfoot realized that Larkflight had called her Pebblekit. Not her new, horrid name. Twistfoot liked the sound of that, and she heard Larkflight's murmur once more,

"Don't worry my little wish fish. I will always be with you."

Dones! Thanks for reading! I will keep on writing, but it may be a while because I have schoolwork. D: Hope you liked it! Please review!

- Snowtail