they call me the bad one, but they are the real bad ones.

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    my name is chatterpaw. i'm very chattery, so, people make fun of me and such. people call me 'bad' because i cause trouble and i'm, well, not very good at a lot of things. i'm at big as a senior tom apprentice, which is kinda rare on a lot of she-cats.


    chatterpaw looked around. no one noticed her. the apprentice sighed and flicked her ear when she heard cats coming. the realized that the cats weren't going to talk to her at all, so, she sighed with depression. her mind keeps on competing with her to leave, and now is a time when it does that. no. i am never going to leave shadowclan. i belong here, even though i have no friends and everybody hates me, she thought, and her mind backed up. chatterpaw smelled the sweet smell of the factory shadowclan lived in. she belonged here. she hasn't chosen a faction yet, but she will soon.

    Morningpaw padded into the factory region, depositing a considerable amount of prey to the fresh-kill pile. She wished she had an easy friend or a sister to talk to. All she had was a brother on the verge of insane, whose mate had recently given birth to a litter of six stillborns. She sighed. It was not her brother's fault that his life had taken a terrible turn.
    The beautiful coffee-brown tabby spotted a fellow apprentice, she had never seen before. Or had she?