Rejected
"You'll never be a warrior!" Hawkstar sneered.
Fallenpaw looked down at his paws. "I-I try my best!" the black tabby mewed hopelessly.
"You never tried!" spat his fierce mentor, Sharpclaw, from where he stood.
"How do you know?" Fallenpaw's voice grew shrill as he whimpered.
"If you did, you'd be better than what you are. You are a shame to our Clan. You nearly got us all killed!" his voice grew fiercer as it went on.
Hawkstar swished her tail and leaped onto the Stonehill. "From this moment on, Fallenpaw is no longer a member of PearlClan. You are exiled. Sharpclaw, get the leaf." she nodded to the golden warrior.
Sharpclaw turned and vanished into one of t he dens. Fallenpaw waited anxiously until his former mentor returned. He held a necklace with a leaf in the center hanging down. He put it around the apprentice's neck and it hung down on his chest; the signal of rejection.
"Fallenpaw, you have disgraced this Clan. You will leave now," Hawkstar growled from where she stood. "You are rejected."
Fallenpaw looked up from where he stood, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "If that's what you think, Hawkstar, I don't want any part of PearlClan. I'm not saying goodbye. No one cares for me. I hate you all!"
He turned and stalked out of the camp. His mother, Featherfur, stared after him, wishing him the best.
Fallenpaw padded on through the undergrowth alone. He kept going all night until morning, when he left his territory at dawn. He looked around and gave one last goodbye, then off he padded.
Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to moons, and soon it was six moons since he left his Clan. He padded over the rise to see a lake, with cats moving around on the shore. Hope lit in his chest; maybe he could find a place to live where he wouldn't be rejected.