**Thank you guys for staying with me despite my slow speed. I got this idea from Midlina. I'm sorry for the shortness of the chapter, but I just couldn't figure out what to write.**
Sunnysong: The Vain
No one realizes how hard the life of a she-cat really is. Most toms only see an outside appearance. They don't take the time to get to know someone; they don't see how beautiful a personality can be. By the time they do, the personality is tainted with jealously and hatred.
A ThunderClan she-cat had withstood too many taunts from her Clanmates. She vowed she would become beautiful if it was the last thing she did.
A golden brown she-cat sat underneath the Great Sycamore grooming her matted and tangled pelt. No matter who many times she ran her tongue through the fur, the knots just won't got away. Finally, she lost her patience and laced her fangs underneath her. With all her might, she jerked her head upwards.
There is was, a knot of golden brown fur. She spat it on the ground and watched it bounce into the dirt. A deep purple beetle scurried up to it, but flew into the sapphire blue sky when a rustling noise started in the bushes surrounding the tree's roots.
A small gray tom appeared from bushes with a juicy squirrel hanging limply in his jaws. He placed in on the ground and looked at Sunnysong. "Oh," he sneered. "It is just you. I thought Stoneflower was going to meet me out here."
"Who did you think it was," said Sunnysong. "I'm always here beneath this tree. There is never anyone else. Sometimes you can be an idiot, Galewind."
"I'm not an idiot," he replied. "I already told you I was supposed to meet Stoneflower out here. Your just jealous that my mate is absolutely stunning, and you are uglier than the elders."
"Well," retorted Sunnysong, trying to think of something clever to say. "I'm not jealous of Stoneflower. You know she goes to the Gatherings just to talk to toms from other Clans. You would never know if her kits would be yours."
The gray tom, Galewind, snorted. "At least she's not the one can't go to Gathering because the other leaders specially requested you be kept at camp. They don't want your looks to rub off."
"Just, just, just" stuttered the poor she-cat. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" All her defiance faded in response to the ultimate insult. "It is bad enough our leader makes me sit out here until I get the knots out of my fur. Doesn't he know how long it takes?" Sunnysong buried her head in her paws.
Galewind picked up his squirrel and sauntered into the trees. "Maybe you can sleep in camp tonight," he called to the warrior. "I heard Mistlight tell Whitestar that is probably was going to rain. I hate for whatever beauty you have left to be washed off."
He didn't look behind, but called out, "You had better turn around, I can see a bald patch." With the juicy prey in his mouth, he disappeared into the forest.
Sunnysong quickly turned around and started looking for the patch. She let out a disgruntled mew when she saw it; the thing was as big as her paw.
She quickly tired to brush some fur over it when her claw got stuck it another knot. Forgetting about bald patch, she worked on getting the tangle out.
The light was quickly waning, and her pelt was still a mess. Tears ran from her eyes and made her face all red and puffy.
Like in a nightmare, rain started to fall. It started light at first and hid the tears that streamed across her fur. Sunnysong just sat there hoping it would go away and the cloudless sky would return.
But it didn't. The rain fell faster and soon the dirt was was a puddle of mud. Still, Sunnysong didn't move. Maybe the rain would wash away her outer shell and reveal the beauty she knew was hiding inside.
When the damp reached her bones, Sunnysong scuttled under some overhanging branches. The only water that fell on her was from the rain dripping of the sopping leaves. They splattered against her pelt but didn't clean her fur.
She placed head on the muddy ground and soon fell into a fitful sleep. Her tossing and turning coated her matted fur in another layer of dirt and grim. The mud seemed to cover her from head to toe.
A mournful wail woke Sunnysong from her uncomfortable night. The cry came from beyond the Snakerocks. She picked up her ears and wobbled to her paws. Mud pealed off with every movement she made.
Her instinct was to stay where she was because the injured was probably a cat who had taunted her in the past. They probably deserved all the pain they were experiencing.
Just as she was about to drift into a relaxing sleep, she had a second thought, an evil thought. Maybe the cat was disfigured by the accident. Now she, Sunnysong, would be the beautiful one. For once, she would hold the upper paw.
The ground disappeared quickly beneath her paws. She raced to the thunderpath as fast as the wind could carry her. The smell of fresh blood urged her forward.
When she arrived on the scene, Stoneflower was laying on the side of the thunderpath. Her normally gorgeous silvery blue pelt was a mess of tangled fur and crimson blood. An eye watering scent was rising from her rotting body.
Stoneflower turned her stunning sky blue eyes on Sunnysong. "Oh, Sunnysong," she moaned, her voice contorted in pain. "You must get Mistlight for me. I can feel my beautiful skin just peeling off."
Why she said that, Sunnysong would never know, but it made the tinny thought in her head expand into a powerful idea. She walked slowly to the dieing she-cat.
"Since you are going to die anyway," started Sunnysong, "You won't be needing this beautiful pelt of yours, will you." She walked over to the cat who had ridiculed her far to many times. With a single claw, she drew it across Stoneflower's pelt.
The warrior shivered from the gentle yet hostile touch. Her blood chilled and she weakly looked up at Sunnysong. "What have I ever done to you?" she asked with her eyes full of innocence.
Sunnysong spit at the warrior, but in stead, got it all over her own face. She laughed with it covering her muzzle. "What haven't you done to me? You laughed, taunted, and talked behind my back. You convinced Whitestar that I was a danger to the kits. You were responsible for all the trouble I have had since I was just a kit!" she screamed at Stoneflower.
The she-cat tried to inch away, but nothing was stopping Sunnysong. "You don't know how much pain you caused me. Sometimes I didn't want to wake up in the morning. You were the reason for all of that."
Stoneflower looked shocked. "You knew we were all kidding. It was just one big joke," she managed to choke out. "You should go get Mistlight now."
"I'm not helping you just because you said it was all a game," snapped Sunnysong. "I want you to tell me how I can look like you, how I can be beautiful."
The silvery blue she-cat shook her head, "You would have to be in my bloodline to look like me." Her word were coming out in whispers. "Get Mistlight now," she rasped with her final breath.
Sunnysong was quited by Stoneflower's answer. She couldn't be beautiful unless she was part of her blood line. She did have plenty of blood spewed all over the thunderpath. That should be enough, right.
The still living warrior walked in a puddle of Stoneflower's blood. She bent her head and stuck out her tongue for an experimental lick. It was salty but not necessarily disgusting. After several full swallows, she toppled over and rolled in it. Her fur was soon coated in the liquid.
"Now," she announced to the sky, "I'm going to be the most beautiful cat in the whole forest."
That was not to be. As she walked quickly back to the ThunderClan camp, she decided to sneak through the Snakerocks. Going anywhere smelling of blood isn't a good idea.
The scent enticed snakes out of their lairs and into the open. They lay waiting to pounce on the delicious prey. One snake found its mark, and Sunnysong was dead within minutes. Her body was devoured, and her bones were picked clean. She would never be seen again until she emerged as a beautiful golden she-cat in StarClan.
No one cared if she died just as no one cared if she lived. Beautiful Stoneflower was the only cat they cared about. Her beauty would no longer light ThunderClan in the darkest of nights. The newest golden star would shine forever above ThunderClan's camp.
**I'm no longer excepting cats for stories for reasons of sanity. Please review still. I have serval cats lined up; Blackstorm: The Uninvited,Winterflash: The Heartbroken, Smallfang: The Runner, Coldstar: The United, Nightclimb: The Instigator, Indigoswirl: The Forgotten Prophecy, Banestar: The Tryant, Torntail: The Collector,Tigerstrike: The Brother, Fawnstorm: The Vengful, Minnowsing: The Wisher, Nightrose: The Exterminator, Foxshade: The Translator, Iris: The Useless, Rosethorn: The Mate, Iceflash: The Poisoner, Fallensun: The Manipulator, Stormstreak: The Whisperer, Chase: The Hero, Moonstream: The Dreamer, Nightshade: The Reaper, Silverstorm: The Revenge, Snowfrost: The False Prophet, Lionshard: The Faker, Leopardpounce: The Ambitious, Lizardleap: The Mistake, Stormpaw: The Torturer, Brightfall: The Fallen Star, Mosswhisker: The Forgotten, Dawnkit: The Loner, and Owltalon: The Sick.**
**EXCEPTING NO MORE CATS!**