I attacked my sister, my claws unsheathed. I could smell her fear, she was afraid of me. My heart pounded as realisation set in. I sheathed my claws, and let her free from my grasp. What am I doing? She's my sister! She's right, I did kill my brother. I am a monster.
"Coward." She growled, clawing at me. I sat back and let her claws pierce my flank.
"No, I'm no coward." I sighed, she released her claws and stared at me.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to defend yourself?" She hissed.
"No." I shook my head and wrapped my tail around my paws.
"What do you mean?" She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I know I can never bring him back, and I feel terrible. I shouldn't have let myself turn into a monster. I let myself become our father." I told her.
"I don't know what you are doing, but I won't fall for it." She growled, arching her back.
"You can kill me if you want, I deserve it. I deserve to die for killing my brother." I mewed.
"I'm not a monster like you." She hissed.
"I know." I told her, looking into her blue eyes.
"So what now?" She asked, her blue eyes locking onto mine.
"I don't know. Can you forgive me? Your all I have left." I pleaded.
"No. Ashpaw, you killed Ravenpaw. I can never forgive you." Tawnypaw growled.
"I understand." I dipped my head and padded away from the screeching cats around me. I let my father turn me into something I'm not, and now I've lost my brother and sister for real.
"You can't be our father." I hissed at the large white tom.
"It's true." Snowberry sighed,sheathing her claws.
"But that's against the warrior code!" I gasped. Frostpaw remained silent, he just stared at the ground.
"You see why I couldn't tell you who your father was." Snowberry mewed.
"That means that we're against the warrior code, we shouldn't be alive!" I hissed.
"No, you shouldn't be alive. My perfect little Frostpaw did nothing. Where you failed your Clan, Frostpaw succeeded." Snowberry growled.
"All this time I thought it was unfair that I was Unwanted, but I was wrong. I was lucky." I hissed.
"How were you lucky to be condemned to death?" Snowberry scoffed.
"Because instead of dying, we were given a chance to live. To really live in a forest with little rules, with Clan mates who actually cared about the being of their Clan mates." I spat.
"We do care about our Clan mates, the ones who deserve to be cared for." Snowberry retorted.
"You are just a Clan of fox-hearts. I'm glad I was Unwanted." I growled, shoving past my mother roughly.
"Where do you think you are going? I wasn't joking about setting things they way they should be." Snowberry hissed, pouncing on me. I could feel her weight crush me as her claws dug into my back.
I understand how the Clans must look like complete jerks, but it can be argued both ways. If you think about it, it isn't really their fault for their hatred towards their former Clan mates. It's the way the live. In their forest, you aren't allowed to mourn for Unwanteds and most of them just follow the rules. After all, that is why they were Wanted; for following the rules of the forest. Review what you thought!