Not my best, but it's a fun challenge. Hope you enjoy. ;)

"Out of my way, Jaggedfang," a yellow tabby she-cat yowled, knocking the black tom over into the fresh kill pile face first. "Don't you know only real warriors get to have first choice of prey."

Jaggedfang just stood up and shook scraps of kill off his pelt. "Yes Owlwing. I know." He turned and padded off a distance, still keeping the kill pile in sight.

"That's right. You don't deserve kill," Owlwing spat before snatching up a frog and stalking away. Jaggedfang watched quietly from where he sat. If only the other warriors would let him get to the pile.

"It's wrong that you just let them walk all over you like that," whispered a voice behind him. Jaggedfang nearly jumped out of his pelt. His head whipped around to see a white cat with ginger spots standing right behind him. His heart slowed as he realized who it was.

"Oh, it's just you, Grassbreeze," he said turning away. The kill pile was open. Now was his chance. He bounded over to the pile, scooping up a rat before darting back to Grassbreeze.

"Look at you," she exclaimed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd assume you were stealing prey."

He tore into his prey hungrily. "Maybe I am." She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Jaggedfang, I know they've been doing this to you since you were a kit but it needs to stop. You're a Shadowclan cat. Just as much as the rest of us."

"Ya. That's the problem," he said, spitting out a bone.

"So what if one of your ancestors was Brokenstar. That doesn't mean you have to be like him. You could be like his mother Yellowfang and help to save the forest."

"Easy for you to say. You're Tigerstar's descendent but everyone treats you like royalty just because you're Rowanstar's granddaughter," he whispered. He may have been the clan outcast, but he wasn't blind. Everyone listened to Grassbreeze. She got to go on whatever patrol she wanted and all the toms drooled over her. Her only fault was hanging out with him.

She cuffed his ear with sheathed claws. "I heard that, you mouse brain," she purred. "We are not our ancestors. We choose our own lives."

That night, Jaggedfang stared at the ceiling of the warriors den. "I can't do this anymore," he whispered. Careful not to wake Grassbreeze, who was sleeping right next to him, he stood and made his way outside. He crept out the entrance when no one was looking and started in the opposite direction of the lake. He looked up at the stars as he walked. "Grassbreeze was right. I'm not my ancestor, but I also don't belong in Shadowclan anymore."

The words were barely out of his mouth when he heard something. He angled his ears toward the way he came. "Jaggedfangggggg," someone was calling. "Jaggedfanggggg."

"Who's there," he cried. "Show yourself." A flash of ginger caught his eye as he turned. Grassbreeze.

"Now where do you think you're going," she asked padding up to him.

"Away. You were right. We don't have to be our ancestors. It's time I chose my own path, away from the clans."

She nodded. "Life of a loner. Sounds like a real adventure to me. Let's get going then."

Jaggedfang stood their in shock. Was this cat leaving the clans to? "Wait, Grassbreeze, you can't go with me."

She turned and fixed him with a glare. "Why not."

"You have a life in Shadowclan. Cats like you, want you for a mate. You deserve a good life where you belong."

She snorted. "Clan life is overrated. Especially if it calls for you getting tortured for everyday of your life. That's no life to live. Besides, I can still have that happy life as long as the cat I love is at my side. " Her amber eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Love? Grassbreeze loved me? Suddenly it felt like the whole world didn't matter. My paws were practically floating off the ground. She saw the shocked look on my face and came close so that our pelts brushed. "Come on you mouse brain. Let's go see what the world holds for us.