A/N: Hey guys! I am really sorry to be missing out on, The Story of the Legend I really dislike it. My grammar is old and spelling also. I'd try my best and make this story long and impress you all with the skill of my brain! I am really sorry to:

Midnightsoul of Shadowclan

and

Indigoclaw

For ending that story. As I said, this is a rewrite! Don't be down!

Thank you, Falconpotatocat for helping me edit this chapter!

Chapter one: Royalty Sucks

Aren't they over reacting? They seem normal to other clans, well, way before her birth. The day she was born, the second every cat made her so called, "Royal." Since then, she have adopted this new rank in Marshclan, a Royal. Well, not entirely.

A royal gets to eat first with the kits and elders, and gets the best nest in all nests in the camp. Gets respected by all cats below the rank of the leader.

In order to become an royal doesn't occur commonly for every cat. You just got to be lucky with the luck with your birth. The kit who is born first out of the litter from the Leader's blood.

All Soulkit was, she was a Royal. To herself, she is only a young cat with a light brown and black tabby with white ear tips. A normal cat, wanting to become a warrior as her dream. How dare anyone change it?

Becoming a Royal for Soulkit, was a nightmare. Loosing her chance to become a great warrior and, becoming a fat vole. How would a cat survive like that? A worthless cat, being protected by hard working cats. She could hardly believe that is the future of her life. Starclan would get angered of a cat received benefits by doing nothing except for sleeping and eating all day.

This Royal is going to change everything.

Soulkit grunted as she prodded Sunstar's side. "Wake up." Sunstar grunted and looked at his kit.

"What is it?" he shook his handsome yellow pelt with his amber eyes gleaming at her, bunches of moss falling off of him.

"Can.. I not be a Royal anymore?" Soulkit meowed, "I don't want to be a fat mole, I want to be a warrior!" she grumbled, prodding her father's ankle with her paw.

He moved his paw away, "You have earned this title, this luxury! Why would you give it all up?" Soulkit looked down at her paws with no anger or guilt.

"Because… I just told you. I don't want to be a fat vole! I want to be a… Warrior." Soulkit looked up, having to cringe her neck to look at her father head on. "And anyways, I didn't earn these luxury you are talking about. I did nothing for the clan." Sunstar sighed, flicking his tail for her to get comfortable in the leader's den and himself, sat down.

Soulkit laid on her side, feeling comfortable as she turned to face her father. "I understand, but you have been born to this world, you, are one of the rare chance of becoming a royal. Not every day there is one. Sometimes leaders doesn't even have a mate." he meowed.

As Soulkit began to argue, she closed her mouth and looked away. "No exceptions." Sunstar meowed faintly after a while of waiting for her response.

She scrambled into a sitting position, accidentally making her father's elegant moss nest messy, like a bunch of twigs on an open grass field.

He sighed loudly. "You have woken up, seems like not even dawn. Get back to the nursery. The queens will get anxious if they can't find you." Sunstar turned around and tucked his paws under his yellow pelt, his back facing her.

Feeling rejected, she went outside, the star-covered night shown brightly. There were no clouds tonight, Starclan must be gratefully leaping across the sky. One of the stars glistened brightly, as if it was trying to talk to her; could it really be attempting?

Soulkit shook her head and walked full out of her father's den, hearing him snoring. As she was completely out, the star glistened brighter. It was a beautiful sight.

She shook her head again. No need to think about that. Starclan only speak to leaders and medicine cats, why would they attempt to speak to her? This useless cat who never wanted this destiny; to become a royal. It's not her that is important, it is that she doesn't think she would even deserve a cat visit her from Starclan.

The early dawn was quiet, a slight glow was appearing over the trees. It's almost another day of those, "Would," or, "Shall," that will irritate her with the swish of her brown and black tail. She wished she could just disappear from the world and join Starclan. Soulkit didn't want to die, in fact, she wants to live. Live a life as a useful cat, a kind cat, a cat who doesn't order or been taken care of without an benefit for them.

The kit scrambled off to the nursery, sprinting, but slowing down after halfway. Very slowly, placing her paws underneath her and rested her head as if she was asleep the whole time.

Maybe she could disappear.. Out of Marshclan at least. As the warrior's den began to stir, Soulkit bolted out from the nursery went in the apprentice den. She tried to nudge Grasspaw up by jabbing his chest fur . "Hey! Grasspaw! Wake up!"

The black and yellow tom turned to the other side, his back facing her as he slept. "Stop it…" he grumbled. Soulkit sighed.

She jabbed him in the side with her paw really hard as he bolted up, "What in the name of Starclan was that for?" he spat, then he closed his mouth, "Why are you waking me at dawn?" he whispered, realizing she only waked him up.

"I want to disappear from Marshclan… Permanently." Grasspaw gasped and looked at his close friend. Soulkit looked away.

"What do you mean?" he asked, moving her out of the camp. "Lets talk out here." Soulkit obediently followed the black and yellow tom out of camp, the large log which made the camp entance, had fungus on it.

She grunted in disgust as her paws squished under the fungus, feeling an utterly, weird feeling under her paws. "Ew…"

Grasspaw rolled his eyes and bursted out of camp. "Now, what do you mean?" he asked worriedly, his ears pricked up to listen very carefully, his eyes burning into hers. He led her to a tree away from camp.

"Like I said, I want to leave Marshclan. Leave the Royalty, leave the servants." she meowed coldly, her glance looked away from Grasspaw.

"I understand Soulkit, but what do you mean? Do you mean to die?" his face looked frightened of the word "Die," that came out of his jaws. Soulkit looked shocked as she turned to face him again.

"No! I want to abandon Marshclan and become a loner! I can join another clan, Snowclan if I have to! I just want to" Soulkit paused, then began to speak again. "Leave. Marshclan." her last two words were cold punctuations, her soft gaze turned into a glare with anger curling up her spine.

It's not that she is mad at Grasspaw, it is the clan other than him. Grasspaw is the only cat who treated her like a normal cat being. The one who doesn't follow the leader's order and argue with him to not serve Soulkit. Eventually, Grasspaw won and stuck to her side.

To make it short, he is the only real friend she has.

Grasspaw looked surprised, "Don't growl" he warned, "your fur is standing up like a hedgehog. If you really want to leave, then don't cause a racket." Soulkit realized that her fur was standing up and her spine was curved.

Soulkit looked away, "Sorry.." Grasspaw purred something that made her leap mentally.

"Okay, I will come with you, to take an exile from the clan and protect you for your survival." he concluded. Soulkit uncontrollably stretched up and licked his ear and looked away.

"I want to go now though. Could we? I mean, I don't like it a bit, and I can't resist the torture of Royalty. The warriors should be awake by now." she meowed firmly, her paws shaking in excitement. I am leaving from Marshclan! Grasspaw is my best and only friend, he will even protect me with his life..

Guilt shot through her like a claw, his training! He was almost finished with his training, she can't just throw it away like nothing! "Grasspaw… What about your training? I can't just.. Leave it alone. You might have to take it again! All of-"

He cut off her words, meowing his. "Don't worry. I know you hate your life, and I want to make you happy. Think of me as a herb, using myself to protect you from sickness." he smiled, and began to continue walking.

What caught her attention was something he murmured under his breath. She didn't caught it completely, but some of his breath. "I …you... what."

Soulkit tilted her head and chased after him deciding not to ask what he murmured to himself. "So… We are leaving?"

"Yes, little Soulkit. We are. For you." he suddenly turned around, bent over, and licked her ear back. "Now, are you hungry?"

A/N: Yona of the Dawn preferences! Did you guys notice? Soulkit is Yona, and Grasspaw is Hak! Yay!

Sorry if this is short, I just don't want so much action in one chapter.

Anyways, please review! I'd love some constructive criticism on this chapter. It will really help out a lot. Please no A/N criticisms because I deleted all of my stories without an author's note. I am pretty excited to have one right now.

QOTC 1(Question Of The Chapter): Do you think Sunstar is a wise father, or a stupid father? I don't know either to be frank.

QOTC 2: Do you guys like the chapter? If you do, I will continue this story!

Thank you again, Falconpotatocat for reviewing and correcting my grammar or any mistakes on this chapter!