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Different
I've always been different from my Clanmates. Different how, you ask? Well, first of all, I was born was a kinked tail. The medicine cat (who was old and crazy at that time, I might add) thought I was a bad omen. Cats regarded me with suspicion, but I still grew up to be a good cat, all the same.
I've known many other cats to be different, too—although maybe not like I am. First of all, Firestar was different than most other forest cats—he was born a kitty pet, but he had the spirit of a true-blooded warrior, and he was kind, and opening to cats in need, and rather forgiving, as well. I felt sorry for him when he was absolutely devastated by Onestar's nastiness—that's something that I'll never forgive Onestar for, either!!
Also, there was Tigerstar. He was different in that he was trained by ambitious cats, so, that, by the time he actually became a warrior, all he could think about were power, power hunger—and greed. Sure, he was a good warrior, but a warrior's hunting and fighting skills don't mean absolutely everything—say nothing of the fact that a warrior needs a good heart to be even a halfway decent warrior, at least in my book—and look what he turned out to be in the end! Yes, that's right; a murderer!
So, I was different, but not in a very significant way. I just sure hope, though, that the stories of Tigerstar and Firestar will remain for a long time—quite a long time!