Yep. Your least favorite author is back! :D -shot- Ha. I hope I'm not your least favorite. x3 Well. I've decided to share the story of one of my characters from another site; a big bundle of fluff named Hustlestep. All of the characters will be from the other site, so I give all credit to them. The only characters I keep credit for are Crimsonstar, Hustlestep, and Frostedkit. xD The others belong to my friends there. Anyway. Very short prologue, but the first chapter should be somewhat interesting. Not sure how much I'll include in it. xD Well. Stay tuned, my faithful readers!
Why is a raven like a maple tree?
I was never normal.
Never - through my birth, my life, even my death – was I considered to be a conventional warrior by anyone that really knew me.
My parents, my siblings, my friends and family; even my future mate and kits knew I wasn't a regular, well-tempered, goody-four-paws.
I've always been unique; I like to think I remain that way, even in my life in StarClan.
My story won't be some amazing, fantastic bundle of lies, joy, or misery. It won't be something positively splendid and life-changing for you to know. You may feel yourself wary of the chance that I am insane. You might dart to your paws and hightail it out of here, never wanting to listen to a single thing that comes out of my mouth again. You may laugh, you may cry, you may feel unemotional. But it's my story. My tale. My own, private little history that means more to me than it does to anyone else, but that I want to share with you.
So listen on, or watch with fuzzy deaf ears; I care not.
This is my saga: my tale; my story; my breath; my blood; my life.
Maybe at the end, you'll be able to answer my question.