My Life

by Berk'sWarrior

Smallkit never had much. He had no friends, he was small and had a deadened left hind leg, and his father thought of him as nothing. What he didn't realize was that so much was going to change: for better or for worse of Riverclan. Rated T just because I'm paranoid (no bad words, unless mouse-brain and foxdung and all that count ;) ). I may change it later.

4. New Beginning

Ch. 4

New Begining

I snuck back into camp, my head clouded with thought.

Why didn't I just finish it off?

I knew the answer, it hung deep inside me, and at that moment, Starclan had shown me it.

I'm not meant to be a fighter.

If I killed that cat, I'm just stooping down to its level.

I walked quietly over to the apprentice den, trying not to make a sound. Suddenly a voice called out from behind me, "Smallpaw."

My father.

"Dad!" I squealed in surprise. "I have to talk to you…" I muttered. "I need to speak with you too, son." We both blurted out what we needed to say at the same time, which we both responded with, "What?" "You go first." Flaconstar meowed. "No, no, you go first!" I pleaded. I needed to hear what he had to say.

"You get your wish. I've put you in the same training route as your denmates. Creekfoot will teach you the same way as they will be taught. You start at dawn." My heart almost leaped out of my chest.

"Mouse dung, I should have gone first! Father, don't you think we have enough warriors? I mean, The other clans haven't bothered us in forever, and there are only so many rogues. What about being a…medicine cat?" I stuttered.

"No son of mine, is being a medicine cat." My father stated plainly. "Why not? A medicine cat is an honorable-" "A leader's word is law, Smallpaw. I thought you would've known that by now." My head drooped. "Fine…" I muttered, staring at my paws.

"Hopefully this time tomorrow, we will have changed all…this." My father meowed, flicking his tail at me.

Well that help my self-esteem.

I tried not to let my ears fold back as my father padded off to his den.

I darted off to the apprentice's den, my ears now folded back. I looked around the den; one space of bedding left. Again, near the front.

I stuck one paw in the bedding, an my paw was instantly soaked. "Fox dung!" I muttered, collecting it into a ball, then batting it out of camp. I settled down in the place it use to be, uncomfortably, but slowly falling asleep.

Let's hope things are better tomorrow.

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A/N: Sorry it's so short! i had to post something!

-catz4eva101