I was scared.

It's really dark.

I can't sleep.

I can't eat.

I see things.

Correction, I'm seeing things.

I hear things.

I'm... 'not a real cat'.

My siblings don't even talk to me.

Why am I still in the medicine den? I thought I was better a moon ago. I still need to take herbs everyday and some weird therapy. Barkpaw told me I could leave soon and become an apprentice with my brothers and sister... now it seems like that's just my own imagination.

Maybe I just saw that. Maybe it was just my screwed up minds. Like my mother likes to say, I'm not a real cat. I'm just 'disturbed'.

I think my mother is right. I don't belong here. I shouldn't even be in this den.

I'm. Not. A. Cat.

Barkpaw trotted in, to see me whimpering with my eyes shut tighter than he's ever seen. He rushed to me. "What's wrong, Frostkit? Please, tell me!"

"I'm not a cat! I see things, my mind is broken! I hear things, I can't move, I can't eat, I can't live!''

Barkpaw's expression showed something I had never seen in him before; fear.

"Cheer up, Frostkit! You are a cat. Don't listen to what anyone else says, you are worth it. Just because you can do things that others can't doesn't mean that you are unwanted or unreal. You, yes, you, are unique!"

That didn't help me.

"I don't want to be unique! I want to be normal, like the typical cat! Don't start this!"

Barkpaw heaved a sigh. "Now, Frostkit, wait here. I need to talk to Brightleaf."

He quickly bounded off, leaving me to wallow in my own fright. I took a quick action and tried to tune in to Barkpaw, as he was just outside the den, where Brightleaf was sorting herbs.

"Frostkit is already experiencing Reletia, Brightleaf."

I heard a couple leaves drop softly to the ground.

"How?! That wasn't supposed to come until apprenticed!"

"Remember, she's a moon away."

"Ugh. What symptoms?"

"Along with her symptoms of Aserium, she's having attention and judgement issues, and her mood keeps switching."

Am I really such a big deal?

No.

So why do all of this, just to ensure my mental health is perfect? It's mouse brained. At least to me.

I heard a heavy paw drop to the ground. "Are you kidding? Please tell me you're kidding."

"Nope."

"This cant be real. She's too young for those!"

"Dont tell me she won't be able to become an apprentice on time."

"Oh, she can become an apprentice." Brightleaf held a worried tone in her voice. "She just will have to... take it easy and regularly check with us."

"Alright, I'll go tell her." I heard him turn on his paws and bounce in toward me.

"Welcome back, I heard everything."

Barkpaw flattened his ears. "You aren't even excited that you'll be apprenticed in a moon with your siblings?"

"You never told me I wouldn't be, so I just expected it!" I snapped, surprised at my own tone soon after.

He sighed. "Well, I'll leave you be, Frostkit. Remember to try to eat."

I twitched my ear in acknowledgment and settled down the best I could, avoiding the little pain the cat with setting my jaw down. The pain in my paws had eliminated a few days ago.

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Stonestar, the leader of ShadowClan, leaped on top of the Highledge. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here under the Highledge for a clan meeting!"

Steadily, I made it over. My paw was still wobbly. Today was my apprentice ceremony. Hopefully Whitetail talked to Stonestar and I get a good mentor. I don't want to be stuck with a mentor that let's me out easily just because I'm... different.

I watched as my siblings teetered out, Cloudheart smoothing their fur. Why doesn't she like me?

Moonkit, Silverkit, and Mistkit stood next to eachother at the base of the Highledge, watching me with a disgusted face. Why does... why does no one like me?

"Today, we have four able kits ready to be apprenticed. First, I would like to call upon... Mistkit." Stonestar beckoned her forward with a flick of his tail. She leaped up in a mess of paws.

"Mistkit, you have reached the age of six moons and are ready to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you recieve your warrior name, you will be known as Mistpaw. Your mentor will be Darkwing. I hope he will pass down all he knows to you."

Soon enough, Mistpaw, Silverpaw, and Moonpaw were standing next to me.

"Frostkit, please come up. Take all the time you need."

I flattened my ears in embarrassment. I took a few moments to get up.

"Frostkit, you are six moons old now, and after conversing with a few different warriors and the medicine cats, we have come to an agreement. You can become an apprentice, but you must visit the medicine den every morning before training and you may not partake in battles for two moons. Do you accept to these terms?"

I was silent for a moment.

"Yes." My voice echoed throughout the hollow.

"Then from this moment on, you shall be known as Frostpaw. Your mentor will be Thunderstrike. I hope he will pass down everything he knows down to you."

Thunderstrike rose. His broad dark grey shoulders stood out the most as he strode toward the Highledge, patiently waiting for me to waddle down. I eventually got there and touched noses. I then turned around, standing by Moonpaw. His silver fur contrasted against my light-gray-and-white fur.

"If anyone has any objections to the actions made, please speak now."

A creamy white shecat rose almost immediately, yowling to the sky.

"I disagree of Frostpaw's apprenticeship!" She yowled. A few gasps rippled throughout the crowd, one of them being my own.