Challenge for Children of the Shadows!
Very sad one.
Enjoy...
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Rowankit stood on a tall rock, imagining what it would feel like to be a leader one day. Her one good eye glanced around the camp, watching cats go about their usual day. Her tiny body radiated confidence as she dreamt about the Clan shouting her name with joy.
"Rowankit? What are you doing up here?"
But who was she kidding? No one liked her. Not even her littermates. To them, she was just a useless runt.
"She's trying to act like a leader!" Her sister, Honeykit jeered at her, and Blossomkit laughed. "You, as a leader? No one wants an ugly, blind cat like you as their leader.", Blossomkit spat, and Honeykit slapped Rowankit with her paw, sending the little kit reeling backwards.
"It's not my fault a rat attacked me!", Rowankit protested as she stood back up on shaky paws. She looked around for help, but now everyone was busy getting sorted into patrols. "No one's here to save your scraggy, ugly pelt now.", her sisters mewed, scorn dripping from their voices.
Rowankit shrank back, ashamed. She looked at her plain, brown tabby pelt. She looked to her sisters, with their shiny, soft tortoiseshell coats. Who does want a cat like me? She narrowed her eyes. Don't let them get to you, Rowankit! But per usual, it was her against the world.
Honeykit stepped closer. "Freak." Rowankit bristled. Her sisters were always like this, but it hurt each time. "I'm not a freak! I'm as good as any of you!"
Blossomkit snorted. "Runt." Rowankit stepped back again. "You..but...I'm not a weakling!" Rowankit sputtered, losing her confidence and spirit. The words stung like herbs on a wound.
"Crow food." "Idiot." "Loser." "Cry-baby." "Stupid." "Useless." "Nobody."
Each insult forced Rowankit backwards, and tears fell from her plain brown eyes. "Why do you hate me so much!?"
"Because you'll never be as good as any of us. You'll always be at the bottom, last for everything."
Her sisters sneered as they uttered those words of hate. Rowankit stepped back again, looking for a way out, but only air met her paws.
She screamed and fell from the rock, her tiny body making a cracking sound as it thudded to the ground.
Rowankit smiled sadly as she felt her spirit lift away from her dead body.
At least no one can call me names now, or treat me like a piece of fox dung.
At least I'm away from all the hurt.
Hope you liked...though that was really sad...
Despairingly, Clearly