The Life of the Rejected
This story is about the life of a deformed villain named Bramblepelt. But never judge a book by its cover. You would be surprised if you knew the horrid life of Bramblepelt….
Chapter 1
My name is Bramblepelt. I'm the kit of Whiteash and Nightfur. I have a story to tell that most don't know and that's why they judge me too quickly as a ruthless, evil cat. But I did have reasons for my malicious madness at least until I figured out what they were doing to me…Here, let me tell you this story and see if you can judge me then.
I was born one cold newleaf and my parents were very worried about me. Whiteash had only given birth to one kit and the medicine cat thought I would be deformed and dead before the sun rose the next morning. So, they waited. But I didn't die. Instead my legs lost feeling as if it was the cost for my life. I couldn't walk, run or play with the other kits.
At first, the other kits had no idea I was different and neither did I. Ah, blissful ignorance, pouring into my brain everlasting….Until I got out of my nest, away from warmth and comfort, away from the beautiful thought… I was the same. When I fell out of my nest, stiff as a branch, the other kits laughed and thought I was playing with them. I said the most dreadful words of my life. They give me a sour taste in my mouth to this day…
"I can't walk."
Dark, mean cackling, Larkkit and Dustkit's oblivion to the fact I was hurt, scared, and confused. The other kits agreeing that I was just some sick mistake and that if I couldn't play with them, I was a lost cause. It was a living hell for me. It angered me, saddened me, and sent me on a rampage of emotions that made my head spin. That day, I found a friend, Crowkit, blind and helpless, as well. We took miserable steps together for a while and I'll never forget him as a valuable companion…
Finally, the time came for us to become apprentices. This was only for Crowkit and me because after all, their mothers wouldn't allow us, "the sickly ones" to become apprentices next to their precious babies. So, now we came forward, me huffing and puffing from the effort of hauling my legless self to the foot of the ledge, Crowkit leaning precariously forward as if he was about to fall over. I steadied him with my shoulder and that day, I felt a strange zap as if something had bound our destinies together. But it was a warm feeling and I disregarded it later as static.
Runningstar, the legendary leader of ThunderClan spoke kind words to both of us after the ceremony and wished us great fortune in our training, a tradition started by the great leader Squirrelstar after Bramblestar killed himself when his apprentice thought he was hopeless and hanged himself. I never could understand that tale. It was too dark and scary for most kits but I guess the elders told me this story to frighten me to death. They never approved of me and I think of this as another occasion of bigotry in that horrid Clan.
Crowpaw and I were finally apprentices. But the next day, there came a shock, a deep shock that could leave some cats dead.
A/N: This is a remake of my older story, Life of the Rejected: Bramblepelt. I will be putting Life of the Rejected: Hawkstar on hold for this.