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Summary:

Fireheart is a normal thunderclan warrior. Having been born a kitty pet, he has been trying to win over his clan mates, showing that blood isn't thicker than water.
But what happens when his whole worldview is flipped over on its head, befriending enemies, betrayals from cats he trusted, and his own gods not being exactly the best of cats

What happens, when your whole life is thrown away just because you aren't good enough.

Notes:

this is really random and I am not expecting it to get popular

Chapter 1: fresh mornings

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Fireheart woke. It has been five days. Five days since he became a warrior. All of the hard work, defeating Brokenstar, and Tigerclaw getting on his tail. Ugh. Tigerclaw. He had been oddly suspicious these past days, as if he is planning something........... anyway! He needed to go hunt. He thought of asking Greystripe but he was snoring like a maniac. Typical Greystripe. He brung his forepaws out and and took a nice, long, stretch until his tail quivered. He thought on where he wanted to go, and decided sunning rocks would be great. There has been tension with Riverclan, but its better to hunt there while he still can. He trotted at a steady pace to the border, carefully listening on if any prey could be heard. A small flash of brown raced past his vision. Perfect. He swiftly got into a hunting crouch, like he had all those moons ago, and waited. The mouse stood unsuspecting, chewing on a seed. Slowly yet steadily, Fireheart crept forward, making not a single sound. Then..... he pounced! He grabbed the mouse in his jaws as it squealed in pain. He quickly gave it a killing bite and boom, Prey caught. The ginger tom set the mouse under a bush and padded next to the river. A fish shouldn't be too hard to catch. He set a paw to hover over the water.