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Disappear

Sometimes I want to just disappear.

Disappear; like, gone with the wind; be swallowed up by a hole in the ground…. anything.

I don't want to stay here with the Clans. I look hideous.

I am Smallpaw. When I was born, I had terrible deformities: a stub for a leg; I was missing an eye; there was no fur on my front left paw, just a bone.

Many cats thought me creepy, or weird. Many cats still tease me for that today; sometimes I want to just…. disappear….

I hate my life here in ThunderClan. I absolutely hate it. Many warriors think me as a bad omen; they won't even come near me. The apprentices tease me relentlessly. The queens keep their kits away from me.

I am hideously deformed. And you know what else?

I am Half-Clan.

Oh, it was a terrible, terrible day when I found that out. My mother, Sparkface, revealed that to me one cold, drab day in leaf-bare.

"Smallpaw," my mother asked me. "Can you come out into the forest with me, please?"

She took me out into the forest.

"Sure," I said. "Just let me finish this vole first." I finished my vole, shook the snowflakes off my pelt, and trotted into the forest as quickly as my deformities would let me.

As I passed by them, Ravenpaw and Bluepaw laughed.

"Going out into the forest, cripple?" Ravenpaw laughed. "You'll probably just die out there!"

"Yeah!" Bluepaw agreed. "The cripple; not able to handle the cold!"

I ignored them and just limped on past.

When I got out into the forest, my mother was waiting for me. We sat down in a small hollow just outside the camp entrance.

"Smallpaw," my mother began, "I have to tell you something."

I nodded. "Go on."

"You know that I'm your mother, right?" Sparkface began slowly.

I nodded again. "Yep."

"Well, you know Liontail of WindClan?" my mother asked, her eyes full of pain.

"Yeah…." I murmured slowly.

"Well, he is your father," Sparkface said firmly. "I'm sorry, Smallpaw." She studied my face.

It took a moment for the information to sink in, and then I startled. "Wh-What!" I gasped.

"I'm sorry, Smallpaw, but it's true," Sparkface admitted sadly.

I still get upset whenever I think about it.

****

Moons passed. One day, I noticed that a she-cat called Briarface was taking a particular interest in me.

A few moons later, she came up to me and confessed her love for me.

A few moons later, we had kits.

Yes, that's right; kits. Sweet, lovely, little kits; all of which will bounce around and yip and yap around happily until you tell them to be quiet.

Briarface and I love each other so much. Best of all, the Clan has started to accept me more! Our kits are named Greenkit, Lakekit, and Flowerkit.

Our happy little family is the best one I could ever wish for.

I no longer want to disappear.