I finally decided I had polished my story so much it was like a mirror. This is my first story on this site, but it is not my first ever. please, no people insulting my work. This is important for me.


Life.

Life had brought through the violence of death.

The other two kits huddled around Amberleaf's belly, trying to suckle from the dead she-cat, while she did not.

The other two kits huddled around Amberleaf's belly, unknowing their mother was dead, while she did.

She was smarter than her brothers, for she knew her mother was dead.

She was smarter than her brothers, for she knew more about the world than most other kits.

Some would argue it was a gift from StarClan.

Some would argue it was another reason for The Dark Forest to corrupt her.

From the instant Amberleaf died, she knew she was cursed.

Cursed to live the sad, lonely life of the kit of a dead medicine cat.

Cursed to tread a dark, dangerous path alone.

Cursed to live a painful, violent life.

Cursed to lose her way on the path of loyalty into the forest of murderous dreams.

Cursed to become a murderer.


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