My father laughed when I told him. My mother conveniently forgot. My grandfather called me a funny lil kit. When approached with the same topic, they all told my in their own unique ways to give up.
Yes, my family told me to give up on my dream. They're so supportive.
Then again, it's not unexpected, at least from them. All of my family has been a model for every other cat. They're the ones kits look up to. They're the ones cats of all ages and genders want to be. I'd gladly trade spots, but StarClan doesn't seem willing.
You could say that, in a family of roses, I'm the weed. My family doesn't exactly give up on me (though it's probably coming soon) but their disappointment stings as if I had been rejected. I have always wanted to please them, but it seems impossible.
My grandfather is the clan leader. He commands yet sympathizes with his subjects. Powerful and feared, he's practically the leader of the other clans' leaders as well. When asked, he claims it simply because of charisma. I couldn't convince a mouse to run. That was disappointment number one.
My father is a widely respected and feared warrior. He is practically undefeated, and always fights for the right side. Then again, this may not be true; those on the supposed wrong side never lasted long enough to disagree. He is truly tireless, especially after demonstrating fighting moves over and over again to me. I never quite manage to catch on. That was disappointment number two.
My mother is an amazing hunteress. She tracks as if she can see its exact location. Her silent but deadly killing ability is amazing. Now, if only I had that. Once again, I was a failure; often, I was distracted by the wonderful bounty of herbs our territory supplied. That was disappointment number three,
Disappointment number four? Yes, my wonderful dream was to be a medicine cat.
That why I knew more herb names than fighting moves. That's why I concluded leading a clan to be completely worthless next to caring for a clan. That's why hunting seemed like wasted time, compared to collecting medicinal remedies.
I often hung around the medicine cat's den, under the guise of ensuring whether or not clanmates were injured, and reporting back to my grandfather. However, these little trips tended to take longer than necessary, though no one informed him of that. The current medicine cat, delighted to have a family member of our's in her den, gave me the training of a, well, medicine cat. While it wasn't a secret, no one outside of her home and workplace knew.
Now, I prepared myself to give my family the fifth — and last — disappointment. As I padded up to my grandfather, I spoke clearly and concisely, which completely contradicted my mood.
"Grandfather, I'm going to be a medicine cat."
