Cloudedpaw sat in his clan's clearing by himself. As usual. He was tired and grumpy. As usual. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly and murmuring to himself where the best places to hunt and fight were. Everything he learned so far. There was nothing else to do, no one else here to play fight with him, or practice with. He was all alone. Cloudedpaw ducked his head and let out a soft wail of grief, where only he could hear it. He was always alone. Why must no one like him? He thought back to his past mentor, Bluemoon, and growled. The flea pelt had led him to trust him. Only to betray him by hurting one of his clan mates. Wheatpaw had never done anything wrong, yet his father had acted like it. Cloudedpaw looked up again, suddenly aware of all the cats buzzing around him, carrying on with their duties. He rose to his paws. He would try and do the same.
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