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A moon had passed quickly, and Whitepaw was growing plump from her rich food. She thought she had finally bumped into some luck, but she was wrong. Seasons will change, and luck too, will eventually run out. For a few sunrises, Whitepaw's twolegs have been moving things a lot, and one day, they were gone, vanished into thin air. Everything was gone, not only the bed Whitepaw used to have, but also the home, the hope, the pats and most importantly, love, the love the twolegs provided. Whitepaw had been given unconditional food, unlimited love but in just one sunrise, they were all gone. The twolegs have abandoned Whitepaw. Whitepaw realized that she does not weigh enough in their hearts, she did not have a space in their minds, the twolegs adopted her, just because of the beauty, and the rashness to show off to their friends.
Whitepaw remembered the times she was hurt by her small twoleg.

The little twoleg had not hold her properly, and she was dropped onto the ground with a loud thud. Whitepaw was ready to howl in pain, but she was afraid that she will scare the small twoleg, thus she forced all the painful cries down her throat. Whitepaw winced at the times the small twoleg was in bed until sunhigh, and when she woke her up, she was beaten and kicked at. The scars on Whitepaw's paws explained it all. How she missed ThunderClan, but she know she will never ever fit in there, unless every cat in ThunderClan will be as nice as Harespring and Roseflower.

Harespring! The brown tabby tom floated in Whitepaw's mind. What will he think? He will blame himself for not being a good mentor. What about Roseflower? What about her kits? That was the first impulse of regret since Whitepaw had left ThunderClan.
"I am born a ThunderClan cat, I have warrior blood running in my veins. I can run swiftly like LeopardClan, I can fight as ferocious as LionClan, I can sneak as quietly as a TigerClan cat. In the bottom of my heart, I am a warrior, I am a clan cat, not a kittypet." Whitepaw murmured as she stepped out of her den.

-Pause for the disclaimer for all the chapters -
Stuffed Watermelon: I do not own Warriors, although the cats in this fanfiction are really mine.
- Return to the story -

Whitepaw padded slowly through the forest. The leaves swayed along with the breeze that ruffled Whitepaw's fur. Prey has been roaming in the forest, since Whitepaw could spot a mouse or two after a short distance of walk. The dried leaves crackled as a twig splintered under the weight of Whitepaw near the lake. She could see her reflection on the surface of the lake. Whitepaw had grown plump, with fur sticking out of place. Her tail was twisted when her twoleg grabbed her by her tail. Whitepaw could imagine her sleek white fur if she had gone through all the training.

Whitepaw jumped at the sound of pawsteps. She looked around, and sniffed herself, afraid that her kittypet scent will send warriors rushing here. "Whitepaw?" The familiar sound called. Whitepaw turned around, and saw Roseflower standing there, overjoyed. "You are not dead! I am worried sick about you!" Roseflower mewed happily.

"Why are you here? Your kits?" Whitepaw tilted her head. "Two toms and two she-kits, the clan was happy about four new to-be warriors for the clan, especially Bluestorm. Although no one suspected the blue-gray warrior, Bluestorm will visit me often. I have named them Moonkit, Skykit, Birdkit and Creamkit. Now they are being cared by another queen. Cloudfern is expecting her second litter." Roseflower bubbled about all the happenings going on in ThunderClan.

"That's good," Whitepaw mewed, surprised at how Maplestar had provoked a fight by sneering at WindClan. There was a border fight between ThunderClan and ShadowClan too. ThunderClan has been making itself ruvals with two clans.

"Do you think I can go back?" Whitepaw asked softly.
"Of course!" Roseflower swiped her paw at Whitepaw's ear. Confidence was built up as Roseflower talked with Whitepaw. They reached the camp, as usual, warriors were out for patrols, some hunting, some guarding. The queens had kept the kits under watchful eyes. The fresh-kill pile was fully stocked, Whitepaw could see that the medicine den has a full stock of herbs, and ThunderClan was thriving.
"Filthpaw?" Blackpaw was surprised at Whitepaw's return, as several others gazed with puzzled faces. "Look who's come back!" Volepaw, along with Foxpaw, sniffed the white apprentice. "She's a kittypet!" Scorn was filled in Volepaw's amber eyes. Whitepaw padded to greet Harespring in the warriors den.

"He's dead." Cloudfern snorted. The news came crashing down Whitepaw. "Just joking." That made Whitepaw heaved a sigh of relief.

Although the news of Whitepaw's return spread within the clans like a forest fire, no cat welcome the white apprentice back. Whitepaw's disappearance was a great news to many, and now, every cat spat in disgust at the apprentice who was once a kittypet.
Harespring padded over to his apprentice and reprimanded her severely for running away.

"This is the Death Blow. Use it wisely and only under special circumstances, since the warrior code says that we should not kill in order to win. Killing does not mean victory, and this deadly move should only be used when you desperately need to defend yourself." Harespring instructed and demonstrated the move. Whitepaw nodded. "Hollyleaf, the ancient cat, once said that we should let the warrior code rule our hearts, although we should not follow it blindly." Whitepaw admired the pure black she-cat. Although born to be trapped in a tangle web of lies, she had preservered. Being a half-clan cat is hard, having murdered a clan mate makes her even more guilty of her parentage. The cat who wanted to be the leader finally came back to help ThunderClan.
"I hope Firestar will replace Maplestar." Whitepaw muttered this statement again. She had heard tales about the legendary leader many times over from the elders, when Patchkit was still alive. She had heard that the ginger leader was once a kittypet, but he had proved himself many times over. He invited kittypets and loners, regardless where they came from, and he, himself , once mewed that no cat should be neglected, as they have their own place worthy, and every cat will have a talent spot, which should be nurtured. Firestar said that before he went to StarClan, too bad it was not in the warrior code. If it was in the warrior code, Whitepaw will not be treated like that, or lived a miserable time. Two words can sum up her life: Sorrow and Misery.

- After some moons -

"ThunderClan! Attack!" Maplestar's yowl sounded in the camp as cats leapt out of the bushes. Maplestar had planned an ambush on WindClan, since the clan had been stealing ThunderClan's prey.
"Protect Breezeflower! Oh no! She is kitting!" The medicine cat, Sparrowwing's anxious cries alerted Foxfoot, Breezeflower's mate. As blood was spilled in the clearing, cats were clawed badly. Tallfrost, an elder with some knowledge of herbs, hurried to apply medicine for the injured warriors while Sparrowwing helped with the kitting going on.
Perhaps Maplestar's heart was softened for the kitting queen, she leaded her warriors back without hurting WindClan much. When ThunderClan left, Maplestar seemed to be smirking.

Leaffrost, Maplestar favorite warrior who performed well in hunting and fighting, asked, "Why did you let us retreat?"
"Mousebrain! Didn't you see the amber eyes peering from the bush nearby? A fox is there. It will deal with WindClan. WindClan will be hurt, and the other clans will not think us as heartless creatures!"
"Good plan!" Leaffrost agreed.
Whitepaw overheard the conversation, and from the bottom of her heart, she found Maplestar disgusting.