I know it's short and such, but I just started writing it and, well, this happened. So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: No, sadly, I don't own the Warrior Cat series or Hollyleaf, but I do own this tiny one-shot.
I can't help but think sometimes that there is no point to life. Sure, some cats might say 'to fall in love,' or 'to be a warrior,' and maybe, in some cat's cases when the battle between BloodClan and the clans happened, to protect their Clan. But for what, so they can face yet another tragedy after another?
"That's life," some cats would say. So basically, they're saying that life's a nightmare, it's meant to be lived, and yet there's no reason behind it.
I can relate to that. From when I was a kit to when I committed suicide, and everything in between.
And I know about how cats gossip about me being so obsessed over the Warrior Code, but if we're going to live life, why not live it right? At least, that's what I think.
But at least I didn't always think like this. Yes, I was once a pure, innocent kit and apprentice. Not knowing what I would face as moons passed by, battles raged, sickness overwhelmed, and cats died. I didn't grow up thinking I would be a murderer to keep my brother's safe, and then tear them apart by launching myself into the tunnels 'trying to catch a squirrel.'
But at least Jayfeather and Lionblaze kept my secret.
No, no one knows the truth of this torn soul.