Hey everyone. This is a sad, sad author's note. I'm still going to be doing the 100 Tales, but I'm not doing it for the competition anymore. :) My brain is seriously half dead, and this is taking too much time from my summer that I could spend hanging with friends or swimming or exercising... Don't be sad, though, people! I will be updating this. And, for those of you that read "I'm Not Like You", "Chosen One", "Just Go Away", and "It's Not My Time", I have a surprise for you! Nightspark, Stonetail, and Tigerstripe will go back to the times of Nightkit, Stonekit, and Tigerkit, and you'll learn their lives since then! Discover when Tigerstripe first fell in love with Nightspark, and how Stonetail really felt about the prophecy and powers at first! Dun dun dun....

Now, since I know there are evil people out there that will try and report me for writing an author's note, here is the very short Misfortune!

You think you know about misfortune?

You haven't lived my life, now have you?

No.

I am Sorreltail. Ever since birth, it seems that I have been the unluckiest cat ThunderClan has ever known.

You don't believe me?

I'll list them for you!

When I was just a small, innocent kit, Sorrelkit, I almost died when a warrior tried to kill me. His name was Darkstripe. I was curious, as most kits

are, to why Darkstripe was always leaving camp and not coming back in time for ceremonies and such. I followed him one day, and I saw him

talking with Blackfoot of ShadowClan. When Darkstripe saw me, he seemed... happy, actually. He told me he was going to give me a special

treat, so he led me to shiny red berries. The tom told me they tasted good, so I ate one. A few heartbeats later, I found myself choking and

gasping for air. I would have died, if Cinderpelt didn't save me so quickly.

A few days after our apprentice ceremony, my mother, Willowpelt, was killed by badger that was invading our territory.

I was hit by a monster, it just clipped me in the shoulder, and I had to stay in the medicine cat den for three moons. I watched my brothers,

Sootpaw and Rainpaw, become warriors, Sootfur and Rainwhisker, while I stayed in the den. I was finally able to become a warrior, but it was

not until my shoulder healed.

I fell in love with Brackenfur. He was a good fortune to me, but the birth of our kits was bittersweet. Cinderpelt, Brackenfur's sister, died trying

to protect our kits, and Sootfur was killed by a badger.

Molepaw... my dear, dear Molepaw, died when he was only a young apprentice. Greencough spread throughout the camp, and he suffered

terribly from it. Then Rainwhisker died, from a falling branch. I was the only one left from my litter. Poppyfrost became sick, and Leafpool said

she was on the brink of death. She somehow survived, and I am grateful for that.

Cinderpaw broke her hind leg, and her warrior ceremony was delayed. I was worried sick about her.

Then Honeyfern died. My sweet, sweet kit. She had just been trying to save Briarkit, and she paid for it with her life. I was heart-broken, and

Leafpool didn't even do anything for her! I'm sure she could've been saved, but Leafpool just stared at Cinderheart like she would know what to

do!

Oh, yes, I know misfortune.