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Coalstorm POV

Oh, I hate him. He postpones my warrior ceremony for a moon, only to call me Coalstorm.

The one warrior name I can't take.

I almost skipped vigil I was so angry. To name me that! I hate them all. I can't take that reminder all day every day.

Of Stormpaw.

Anger.

A strange thing.

I'm angry with them, but it won't leave a mark forever. I'm not angry at Brightstar, at the smirk on Beechnose's face, at the snarl of my Clanmates.

I'm angry at Stormpaw.

He caused this misery. Had he not got kidnapped, or talked to her when he did, or sacrificed himself, I'd just be a sort of normal, one eighth crippled warrior with a bad temper.

I'd be Coalfur or something. Or Coalthorn. Not Coalstorm, but someone else, sitting out in the warm greenleaf night sitting vigil, watching my warrior ancestors proudly, sitting there with a smile on my face, anticipating a nest in the warriors den.

Not Coalstorm.

I'd rather be Coalpaw than Coalstorm.

Foxdung, I'd rather be Coalkit than Coalstorm! I'd be embarrassed, annoyed, but had I known this, I would not be angry.

Angry.

Strange, as the sun rises, warming my back, and the lazy warriors come out of their den way past dawn, and let me go to sleep, I'm not so angry.

I'm Coalstorm, and no one can stop me being who I am.

CN: Meh, sucky ending. More angst, blah, blah, blah...