This is my first fan-fiction, so I would really appreciate constructive criticism and other...stuff *hint of reviewing*! This is a one-shot inspired by Chocolatedog's story 'Old Scars'.
Crookedstar padded down the smooth pebbles by the lake shore. He crouched down to sip, yet ended up slipping into the pure coolness of the water. I'm in StarClan, with my family, those I love, but why…? Why do I still have a crooked jaw? Letting the water engulf him, he swam leisurely, thinking about him and Oakheart. They were the closest brothers in the Clan- no, perhaps even out of all four Clans. They were young and innocent at that time. They were and always will be the best brothers- From kit-hood to apprenticeship, to warriors, even now in StarClan.
Crookedstar pondered his thoughts as he hauled himself back onto the shore, short of breath. He shook the water off his tabby pelt as it began to fluff up from the warmth of the sunshine. Laying his head on his paws, he closed his eyes.
Brambleberry padded down the shore to gather herbs. She couldn't forget her medicine cat skills, could she? Not even here in StarClan. Chervil root, burdock root, chervil root…Brambleberry halted as she saw Crookedstar. She blinked. He is no longer the little kit I had to help – Stormkit – the little kit that had to walk a hard path alone. He is strong, he chose his own destiny. He is Crookedstar. A gentle purr rumbled in her throat as she turned away to leave him alone.
Rainflower stared from a distance, pride glinting from her eyes. Oh, Crookedstar, I'm so sorry. I should've seen past your looks; nothing has changed except your looks, but that has changed everything for you. You're still my Stormkit, the kitten named after the harsh storm you were born in…You're still my brave little warrior…
Crookedstar's meddled thoughts swirled in his mind…I am young once more in StarClan, yet I still have a crooked jaw, because of the time I sneaked out with Oakkit out of pure curiosity. Goosefeather, that mangy old cat… it was all because of him I have my crooked jaw, the reason Rainflower had rejected me. I lost my mother's love when I was just a few moons old, unlike Oakkit, who always had her attention, but I don't blame her, for I almost did the same to Silverstream. But what if I hadn't broken my jaw? Would I still be me? No, I wouldn't have met Fleck or Soot, or Mapleshade, though I wish I hadn't, nor would I have understood kits so much. I wouldn't have had my name changed to Crookedkit. I might even be a spoilt, soft cat.
But I have become the leader of RiverClan, one of the most respected leaders, even though it meant promising a Dark Forest cat. I am me. I chose my own path.
I am Crookedstar.
Thank you so much, readers, if you have got up to the end, here! Please review because it is really encouraging for my first published story! :3