Second challenge for SplashClan, yeah!
What is there to say about me? Well, it could be argued that I was born during a time my leader... wasn't exactly right. Why would you say that? Well for starters, I was apprenticed before I was six moons old. Where there other kits like that in another clan? I'm not too sure. The clan never bad a real big deal out of it, so I just assumed it didn't matter. I'm also not too sure if it affected my warrior training in one way or another.
I think I had a good mentor. He was kind, patient, encouraging, and one of the best warriors in the clan. His training made me excited for my first battle, but that was one I never lived to fight in. My path changed. I never lived to be a warrior, but I'm still satisfied knowing I helped my clan. At least I didn't die with an apprentice name.
I never got to experience the rush of battle again, but I did still watch over all of my clanmates, helping them anyway I could. The rest of my family experienced the thrill of being a warrior, but I went down a different path. I've seen cats live, and I've seen elders depart on their final journey to Silverpelt. Nothing in the world would make me trade those memories. My death came soon, and there's nothing StarClan can do, but I can't help wanting more time.
When my mentor died, I felt an uncomfortable weight on my shoulders. It felt as if I suddenly doubted everything I knew. Moons passed by after the old leader died, the deputy succeeded them, and I found myself with an apprentice of my own. My apprentice had a littermate that trained to be a warrior.
When the Twolegs destroyed the forest territory, I was briefly afraid I wouldn't have made the journey to the new territory. When we actually did, I must say I was impressed with my apprentice, and they earned their name soon after.
Soon after, I found out I was doomed to die. This did stress me out for some time, and so was the behavior of my old apprentice. That infuriating apprentice couldn't have chose a worse time to rebel! Soon after, the camp was attacked. I did my best to help a clanmate, but it ultimately ended in my demise, just as it was foretold.
My death was along side another clanmate that lost their life in the brutal attack. The leader told the clans of my death at the Gathering, shocking many, one close friend in particular.
Speaking of death, you could say mine was rather quick. I stood by my clan up until the final battle against the Dark Forest. I reminisced in my old life in the forest territory, helping everyone from kits to elders.
I know who I am, who I was, and who I will always be. Do you know me?