Another boring day in camp. The same thing happening everyday. The same feeling I know way to well. Nothingness. I feel nothing. I have no reason to be happy. But I also have no reason to be sad. I'm not happy, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not anything. I'm just empty.
My once vivid blue eyes, are now dull and gray, lacking any emotion in them whatsoever. My light gray pelt giving me my first name of Silverkit. Silverstone is a different person. My warrior name of Silverstone, standing as a reference to my stone cold facial reactions.
No one has ever approached me in a flirtatious manner and has gotten away with a sentence from me, either than a cold "No." I have no need for a mate. If I can't love than what's the point of having one. Everyone else is happy with their mate, why can't I be happy? I'm not like them. Never have been, never will be. That's just the way life is though.
On the topic of mates, there's only one cat in Riverclan that everyone wants or wanted as a mate. Amberflight. A light brown tabby tom with bright lively green eyes. From what I've seen every she-cat, clanmate or not, gushes at the mere sight of him.
He's courageous and thoughtful, fighting for his clan even if it means serious injuries, or giving the last piece of pray to a clan mate that needs it more, even though he's starving. He'll do anything to protect and serve his clan. Everyone she-cat from the lake all the way back to the original forest crushes on him. Except me.
He is any normal cat to me. Always walking as far away from my 'menacing' face as he can, like everyone does. Sad thing is, we used to be apprentices together. Except I didn't have any emotions getting in the way of my training, so I became a warrior before him. We never talked to each other, we never 'fought' each other unless told too. I'm almost glad about that now. Now I don't have to be attached to him, and I'm not attached, thank StarClan. I can never be attached to another cat. I just wouldn't work out, with me not being able to love. I could never see it happening.
I scan around camp and let my gaze fall on some cats. Willowshine is giving Rushpaw herbs for his stomachache, Mistystar is discussing patrols with her deputy, Reedwhisker, and Robinwing's hunting patrol walking through the barrier of leaves. I see Amberflight walking over to the fresh-kill pile with a giant trout. Icewing walks out of the warriors den towards him.
"Wow Amberflight great catch!" She purrs. "Thanks…" He says a bit embarrassed. He spots me under a bush away from the scoring sun. "Oh hey, I'm sorry but I need to go," He mews. "Oh… okay, it's fine," She stalks away to join the next border patrol. He walks over to me with that same smile he gives everyone. Great… what does he want, I think to myself, sighing.
"Hey," He mews softly. "What," I meow sharply. "You look lonely," He meows. I scoff, "Kid, I always look lonely." "I'm not a kid!" He raises his voice, "Sorry for getting mad." "Don't worry about it," I say bored, "Why are you still here?" "You need a friend," "He blurts out. I stare hard at him, wanting to be curious. " Why?" I ask him. "Because you never have anyone to talk to or hangout with!" He exclaims. "Acknowledged," I mew. He huffs in annoyance. Thinking over in his head, he takes some deep breaths. "Can I be your friend?" He asks shakily.
I feel something burst inside of me. I think over want he said. Then suddenly I notice something.
The world looks a little brighter.