Hello, my loyal viewers! Graywhisper here, and I have decided I want to start my own 100 one-shot challenge, and I want you to join in too! Just review or pm me the title and I'll read yours too! You don't have to if you don't want to, but reviews on mine would be nice… I'm always looking for new things to read! Here are the rules and stuff! :3

At least 2 Word pages, and if you use something else, 1000 words please! You can go as long as you want, it just has to be the minimum amount.

Be descriptive! I don't want a list of what's happening, I want the facts!

You may revisit characters as many times as you want, as long as its not a book, with every chapter about the same characters over and over and over again…

You can think of your own themes, I'm not going to think of 100 different themes for you to use. I might suggest some from time to time, but you don't have to use them.

Have fun! I don't want a bunch of unhappy writers giving me crappy stories! Write when you have inspiration, and when you want to! Without further ado…

Alone

I sigh, one of the only noises I could make.

I stretch my violet eyes wide, and peer up around the camp, searching for Riverstripe, my mentor. I spot him near the fresh-kill pile, talking with a couple of the other warriors. He laughs, and I could see that he was having a good time.

He turned in my direction and our eyes met for a split second, before he averted his gaze and pawed at the ground nervously. I get to my paws to go meet him, but he says some quick words to his companions, periodically glancing at me as I approach. He finished and hightailed it out of camp, his gray and black tail bobbing as he flees.

Mouse-heart! I yell at him in my head. There was no doubt he was afraid of me. I didn't really blame him, me being mute and having such odd-colored eyes. But I could still feel the familiar internal pain I felt every time somebody looked at me funny, called me a name, or just plain ignored me.

I stamp my foot in frustration, the only way I could physically express my anger. I stare wistfully around the camp, looking for some cat, any cat, who didn't mind my company, who would treat me as an equal.

I poke my head inside the medicine den, hoping to find Littlepaw, the medicine cat apprentice, but no such luck. The den was empty.

I leave the medicine cat hollow and pace around in the center of camp. My mother, Aquastar, was organizing patrols from a stone under the HighBranch. She couldn't be bothered, and my father was probably sleeping in the warriors den, a place I dare not enter. It wasn't that I was an apprentice, but the other warriors seemed to either be scared of me or angry at me for nothing that was my fault.

Feeling strangely disappointed, I settle back outside the apprentice den with my head on my paws, and ponder over the Riverstripe episode again.

Wavefur, my father, had once told me that twolegs thought black cats are bad luck. But for other cats to think black cats were bad luck? Really? It didn't make sense, but that's what I thought of when I thought of my mentor. He avoided me like you would avoid a deadly disease.

I sigh again, and my tail twitches in boredom.

Suddenly, I hear loud giggles of she-cats from the reed tunnel to camp. I perk my ears up and sit up straight.

6 apprentices walk through, giggling and joking with each other. Yet my heart lifts in hope, because one of them is Bluepaw, my best friend. He was like the brother I never had, and I was very grateful for him. He was a handsome blue-gray tom that was an excellent warrior.

The she-cats would all be flirting for attention from him, if their sister Honeypaw hadn't already claimed him. She was a golden with black tabby markings, very outlined around her eyes. Besides what her name taught you, she was not nice to me. She hated me doubly because I was friends with Bluepaw, maybe she thought I would steal him. Two of Honeypaw's sisters were joking and laughing with Bluepaw's brothers. They all looked like they were having a wonderful time.

Bluepaw walked determinedly towards me, the other 5 apprentices swarming around him like mosquitoes.

"Hey, Whisperpaw!" He greets me, brushing off Honeypaw's tail from his shoulders. "We 6 were gonna go fishing, and we wondered if you, Flarepaw, and Tigerpaw wanted to come?"

I nod my head quickly, jumping at the chance to get out of camp and do something with other cats my age.

"Great! I'll go ge-" Bluepaw starts but is cut off by Honeypaw's tail.

"Sorry, Whisperpaw." She says with false sympathy. "The deputy said only 6 apprentices could come. Bluepaw forgot." She bats her eyes at Bluepaw sweetly.

Bluepaw spits out Honeypaw's golden tail with disgust.

"Stop lying, Honeypaw! Pondblossom would never say something like that! An d I know her, considering she's my mother and all!" Bluepaw hissed.

"Fine. You win," Goldenpaw mews. "Go get those two losers out of the apprentice den and we can go."

"Excuse me Goldenpaw, but one of those losers is my brother.' Bluepaw says icily.

Goldenpaw just flicks her tail.

Bluepaw sighs and pokes his head inside, He pulls it out a moment later and shrugs his shoulders.

"They don't want to come." Says Bluepaw. "Let's just go."

We trudge out of camp. I watch and listen to the proceedings of the other cats around me. Bluepaw is leading the way while Honeypaw tries to grab his attention with waving paws and a tail waving in front of his face. Softpaw, a soft silver she-cat is trying to flirt with Dewpaw, a serious-mannered dark silver tom. And, Sweetpaw, yet another one of Honeypaw's sisters is wrapping herself around Berrypaw(unsuccessfully), her brown, red, and silver tortoiseshell gleaming in the sun.

We stop at the riverbank, and the cats separate themselves from their "partners" and dive into the river.

I bring up 3 or 4 fish when Honeypaw stops me, the rest of the cats already at the surface.

"Hey Whisperpaw!" Goldenpaw says. "You see that huge carp down there?"

She points in the river with her tail, and I see a huge carp lying down on a flat rock at the bottom of the stream.

"Think you can catch it?"

I look down at the carp for a minute. The stream was about 8 tail-lengths deep, deeper than I'd ever gone before. But if I could do it, maybe Honeypaw and her gang would finally accept me.

I nod at her and look at Bluepaw for support before I dive. To my surprise, his eyes are panicked and he starts to speak to me.

"No Whisperpaw, don't do it!" He warns. "They're going to-"

Honeypaw slaps her tail over his mouth again.

"So, are you gonna do it or what?"

I make a split-second decision, take in a deep breath, and dive under the water, down, down, and down. I keep my eyes focused on the lazy carp, ignoring the other fish who swarm to my eyes, that glow luminescent in the water, making me an excellent fisher.

I feel pressure in my ears, and the pressure turns to pain, but I ignore it. I swipe at the carp with a claw, dazing it and I grab it in my teeth. I swim towards the surface, triumph in my heart, hope strong upon me. I'm about two tail-lengths from the surface when I hear familiar laughter in my ears: Honeypaw's.

I break the surface and climb onto the bank, and kill the carp with a blow to its neck.

Than I realize no cat's around.

They ditched me, and stole my other fish I caught, too.

They ditched me.

Not even Bluepaw had stayed behind for me.

I hear Honeypaw's cruel laughter echoing in my head, and it tells me I'll never be accepted. I'll always be alone.

Alone.

Forever.

Man that was depressing… But did you guys like it? Review! I'll give you plushies!

-Graywhisper