She must fulfill her destiny.

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    Bonepaw lay motionless on the ground. The night before, a strange cat persuaded her to eat a berry that would make her the most powerful cat in the Clans. As young as she was, she fell for it and died. Turns out, it was a deathberry. She'd been part of a prophecy of a young cat who would vanish a traitor who planned to burn the whole forest down. The traitor heard the prophecy and killed Bonepaw.


    Of course, with her gone, the forest would crumble. Finally, StarClan decided they had to bring her back. However, when they sent her back, she wasn't quite alive, nor dead. She was born looking exactly like her old self, Bonepaw, but she was actually a bit faded. She was named Ghostkit because of how you could almost see through her. She had no friends in her new life, because most cats her age saw her as invisible. Little did she know about her new powers, nor that she isn't a normal cat.

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    [font=comic sans ms]Fallenpaw lay unhappily in the corner of the apprentice's den. No one liked her. Everyone thought she was weird. She heard the taunting voices of the other apprentices cut through her mind like claws. Her claws dug into the moss bedding of the den as she flinched. Something about their voices...[\font]