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Forbidden Legacy: Ch 1 My History

Some say I'm an accident. Some say I'm worth as much as twoleg rubbish. Some say I should have never been. I don't know why they haven't murdered me already. I'm not worth that much, they say. I say that I am misunderstood. Just because of my Ancestry. Then again, you can't blame them.

My great-grandfather was Searburn. Searburn was horrible. He tried, and succeeded, in murdering the ThunderClan leader, Oakstar. He had a mate in every Clan, just to make himself powerful. My grandfather was born to him and Blossomflower, his ThunderClan mate.

My grandfather and his dad, Searburn teamed up to defeat the leader and deputy. They succeeded. Searburn became Leader, then Searstar, and Scarface, my grandfather, became deputy. My grandfather, thank goodness, only had one mate, in ThunderClan. He had a brother and a sister.

My great-uncle was Blackheart. He killed a warrior or to, within his Clan, and then settled down, unlike his brother. My great-aunt was Nightshade. She murdered a queen and her kits, then settled down, having laid down some blood. She also mated with a kittypet, trying to be different from her brothers.

My father was Deathwish, and he murdered the new leader, Toadstar. He tyrannically ran ThunderClan. He mated and had me, and my brother. My brother was Legacykit. He died at four moons because a badger attacked the nursery. Then they came to their mistreated daughter. They always thought that Legacykit was to carry on the legacy, as they named him that. So they outcasted me, spoiling my brother. When he died they turned to me.

All of my family had one thing in common. All of them had black pelts. I am different. I have a crescent moon shape on my forehead. White. The opposite of black.

Then, on the day I was to be apprenticed, my father, on his last life, died in a heavy badger attack. Mom later killed herself. I was left alone, other than my cousins in the different Clans.

The whole Clan detests me. Is it because of my bad Legacy? Yes. They are nervous. Afraid of me. After season-turns of torture, they were afraid of what I could do to them. Everything is peaceful in the Clans. They say it is the quiet before the storm. A storm in which I start.

I wish to prove myself. I wish for a prophecy. And it came. But they only know that it is about me. But that is all they seem to need to know. They are sure it is bad, and are sending me on on patrols with at least two other cats with me. I may not go out alone, and must always stay with the others.

Nobody is my friend in this miserable time of need. Everyone is afraid of me, or just downright hates me. Even when I was a kit and was told the story of my ancestry by my parents. I decided then to become the best cat I can be. Better maybe, than the great Firestar himself. All I want right now is to have someone to lean on.

I am a lonely soul. All alone in this cruel world. I'm awaiting a sign to tell me I am not worthless. Now, each day I grow more and more depressed. I can't see the end of ths, but when it comes, I'm not sure I'll be ready.

I am a Forbidden Legacy. I am Forbiddenpaw.

How is that? I cried when I read this, and I am the author for pete's sake!