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    "Then what's my purpose?" she mewed. "I'm not a good fighter, so I can't be a good warrior even if I tried. And Icegaze won't even let me near herbs. So what am I good for besides being a lump on a rock? No one cares about me, they all want to see me fail. Everyone thinks I should be a warrior when they know I'm not a good fighter and never will be!"

    "Not everyone is a "special snowflake". You can help the an in other ways. It's not black and white where you are a healer, hunter, or as good as dead. Help the elders, help care for kits, go on border patrols and refresh the scent lines. Repair camp if it's damaged." Alder was getting a little more impatient, listing duties and responsibilities that were needed for the clan to function. "And if you are as useless as you think you are, how did you get you warrior name in the first place?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify]Thrushpelt didn't know Butterflypaw well enough, but what she said was nothing more than nonesense. He, who was never supposed to born, lived. If he wanted to do so, he could have killed himself. However, who would make up for what he did. They were no fighter, but he was not a weakling either. Sure he was a warrior, but he barely got into fights. "Then don't be a fighter." Maybe his response was the most odd, since he said it calmly and without fear. It was like they knew what was happening. "The greatest warriors don't need to be skillful in the ways of fighting. It is what you do for others that make you great. What is it that you can do that others can not?" He was agreeing with Aldernose in some aspect, but they weren't phrasing it the same.


    "If anyone is useless, than it is I. However, even without all the power in the world I work hard. That is what you must do. Lose yourself a little, experiment. Find what makes you so special, forget everyone else. What should concern you is finding what makes you special. It may not be fighting, or healing, but you may find yourself loved by others beyond measure. Keep in mind that we try to keep in mind your interests, but we can not read your mind. Yell, scream, throw a fit. Anything to blow off steam."


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    She sniffled again. "But...I wanna be special. Everyone regards me as a nobody. All I can do is heal. That's it. Anything that has to do with herbs, I'm there. But it's hard when you find a Clanmate who's injured and try to heal them until the medicine cat gets there only to have him shove you away making you feel like you're not wanted...!" She cried again, flattening her ears. "I got my warrior name because I was a loner when I came here, referred to as Oona. I didn't want to be referred to as some dirty loner so I changed my name." Her sibs eventually stopped, and she was resorted to quiet words. "I...guess I could try that, Aldernose, but...would I be respected then? Or would a cat shove me away because someone who's killed should not be helping kits or elders or repairing the camp."