Miststorm Speaks:
Family Business
I had a relatively normal upbringing: my mother raised me herself and when I finally got my warrior name, she was the happiest I'd ever seen her. The only problem with my childhood was the lack of a father.
It wasn't such a big deal; lots of kits didn't even know who their fathers were.
That wasn't my issue. I knew my father. He fell in love with my mother, got her pregnant and then broke her heart. Not a big deal right?
My father's name is Skypelt and he's an elder in Shadowclan.
Yeah, I'm a mixed-clan cat. It's not so bad. Most cats are open and understanding. Cats fall in love, it happens. My mother used to tell me stories of an ancient ancestor of mine, a cat named Greystripe, who fell in love with a Riverclan cat called Silverstream.
I felt bad for my mom. She kept hoping that Skypelt would realize he did love her and he would return to her. But he didn't and mom died broken-hearted and alone.
I hate it when cats are prejudiced. Cats like Fernfoot. Fernfoot's parents were both Riverclan cats.
So when she insulted Icepaw for being a half-clan cat, I didn't blame the apprentice for jumping her.
I like Icepaw. She's in the same predicament as me. She even reminds me of myself a little. Same blueish eyes and pale coat. Same fiery personality. Her father is a cat from another clan. Just like mine.
I can't love my dad. I can't forgive him for what he did to my mother.
But still, I defend him. Because if I didn't defend him, it'd be like attacking myself and my own heritage.
I am part Riverclan and part Shadowclan.
And you know what? I'm proud of it.