Snowfall
The Clan had thirteen warriors and six apprentices. Both of those numbers were bad numbers. That made 19 fighting cats. Nineteen was odd, odd numbers were bad. Six was only bad because it was two threes. Even numbers were good. Five was ok since it made ten and ten was perfect. Why couldn't we have five apprentices and fifteen warriors? That would be great.
I couldn't stand living in the Clan anymore. My prey always got messed up. There was a bad amount of dens. Cats always got sick on their own- an odd number of sick cats. There was one leader- odd. One deputy. The only thing that was any good was the medicine cat and her apprentice- two. Even I was an odd number and I didn't like it.
Turning back came to my mind, but I couldn't accept it. I thought about it seventeen steps into my journey. If it had been sixteen steps, I would have done it. Sixteen was great. It went down to two, which was great. But since I was seventeen steps in, I had to keep going. The Clan would miss me, but it would probably be three cats who did it the most. Three stank.
My insides kept yelling at me as I walked. Everyone's going to die because of you. That was the third pond you saw; you're going to kill your Clanmates. I had to scream at myself to make them shut up. No they're not. I'm going to make my journey take an even number of steps. Then StarClan will favor us. I'll make two dens even though I only need one, since one stinks.
My conscience wouldn't be kept quiet that easily. And what if cats want to join you? You're only one cat. You need another. One will come with another and you'll have three. I hissed slightly. No I won't. I'll join a big group. Then I'll make sure we have an even number. Everything will be ok.
I walked along until I hit the Twolegplace. I had heard about a group of cats so big that nobody could count them. That would be perfect for me. If I wasn't sure if we were even or odd, I could assume we were even. That was likely because each of cat would have a possible mate then, and cats liked to reproduce. The more logic I could include, the more sense my plan made.
A cat stopped me on my way. "What are you doing on our territory?" it demanded.
"I was hoping to join the big Clan here. I'm a good hunter. I could be of great use."
The cat smiled at me. "Of course! I'll bring you straight to our leader. Usually we would kill an outsider, but usually outsiders don't want to join."
I didn't care about that fact. If outsiders got killed, the amount of cats would always be even. I would just have to attack cats in pairs when necessary. I found myself at the leader's paws. "I was hoping to join your Clan," I said confidently.
"Do you know how to fight?" I nodded. "Hunt?" I nodded. "Good. What's your name?"
"I'm Snowfall," I told him. He would like that I was a warrior. My name was two syllables.
"Well, Snowfall, welcome to BloodClan."