I don't own Warriors.
Streampaw's POV
I cried out, trashing around. The pain was unbearable.
"Streampaw, Streampaw, wake up!" Someone shook me.
I opened my eyes, the mental pain still pounding in my skull, even though I couldn't remember what it was from.
"Are you okay?" asked Pinepaw, who was standing over me. He looked scared.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I muttered, scrambling up.
A dark look hardened in his eyes. "Good," he snapped. "I don't want to have to take care of you."
I watched Pinepaw leave the den in amazement, wondering what was wrong with him. I shook my head to clear it, but instantly regretted causing myself the pain.
I screamed, feeling my legs shake, and fell backwards.
"Streampaw, come on, I need to speak to you."
I forced my eyelids open, standing up. All of the pain was gone. I felt like I was floating, never having to work to continue.
"I'm called Bluestar," the cat said. "I'm sorry you have to go through that suffering."
"What caused it?" I snarled, not in a mood to be nice.
"You weren't created naturally," Bluestar replied. "Firestar and I created you to save the clans."
"What if I don't want to?"
Bluestar closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly. "There are others too."
My eyes narrowed. "So?"
"You need to save the clans with them."
"Why should I?" I asked snottily, irresistibly reminding myself of Goldenpaw.
Bluestar squeezed her eyes shut again, clearly regretting coming to me. "Firestar and I gave all of you knowledge about things that are long forgotten."
"Wonderful," I snarled. "I'm a freak, created in an unnatural way, who knows about a bunch of things that no one else has heard of. Would you like to tie me down and kill me now so no one thinks I'm insane later?"
Bluestar's eyes narrowed.
"You never did tell why I'm having these head aches."
"It's part of how you have grown up. It shows that you're getting older and more complex."
I gazed at her angrily. "Is that what cats are to StarClan?" I spat. "Only a toy that becomes more complex as they get older?"
Bluestar opened her mouth, but I didn't let her reply.
"Well, maybe I won't save the clans. Maybe I'll just use these powers I have to take over the forest." I smirked at the look on Bluestar's face, and ripped myself from the dream.
I screamed, a pounding in my head crashing down on me. The dream had made me used to the bliss of no pain.
"Are you okay?" Cheetahpaw, another apprentice, asked. He looked scared.
"Yeah," I gasped, water streaming from my eyes.
"I'm going to get Fawnpelt," Cheetahpaw said, still looking terrified. "I'll send Pinepaw in to watch you."
I tried to argue, but ended up crying out instead.
Cheetahpaw had already left; Pinepaw was watching me, talking. Or at least, I think he was. I couldn't hear a word.
A roaring pounded through my brain, leaving me screeching and twisting. I saw Fawnpelt lean over me, her spotted fur glinting softly in the light filtering through the cracks.
Fawnpelt slipped something into my mouth, and I gratefully fell into the state of unconsciousness.
I had a head ache when I started this, so that's where that came from. Poor Streampaw. And you got to meet Cheetahpaw! He's cool, even if I don't know if he'll be important yet. Review please!
