Once upon a time, I was somebody. Once upon a time, I had a home. I had family, friends and a gleaming future waiting for me. Once upon a time, I had a life.
Now I have nothing.
I am Iceclaw – banished Thunderclan Warrior.
I am – was – the best cat. I'm not boasting, just stating a fact. I was a good tracker, a decent hunter, a fierce fighter, and I honor the warrior code. There was just one problem with me. I was too trusting. That single flaw led me to become what I am now. An outcast. Shunned by the world. Even the Twolegs point at me and edge away. I pretend not to care. But I can't pretend forever.
I trusted a cat. Thistlestorm was a treacherous, devious cat. He was cunning, but I was the only one who could see him as he really was in the end. He charmed everyone with his polite, caring façade. When I was a mere kit, I thought he was the perfect cat, just like everyone else. After I became an apprentice, I idolized Thistlestorm even more. He was smart, sleek, and I thought he was a gift from Starclan. So when Rainstar didn't choose him as the new deputy, we were all shocked. Instead, she chose…me.