I'm not small, I'm strong!

Blizzard ran out of the nursery. He hissed and glanced around, realizing there was no one there. "Stupid battle dreams!" He hissed at himself. He whacked at a mouse someone left on the ground. He sighed and took a bite of it.

"Somethin bothering you?" He asked.

Blizzard looked at Bramble and took a step back. "I keep having dreams about fighting and always end up embarressing myself by running out and thinking we are under attack."

"Oh, i think with your skills, you are gonna makea great warrior, and how you seem to be ready."

Blizzard looked up at Bramble and smiled. "Really?" He grinned. "That's great!"

"Yep! So, are you gonna be an apprentice soon? You look like the size."

Blizzard nodded. "Anyday now." He said, grinning. He looked at Bramble. "Who's your Mom and Dad? You don't look like any other Shadowclan cats?"

"Flamepelt and Featherheart.." He replied. "They are RiveerClan, btu Flamepelt is dead.."

"Oh..." He said and looked at him. "So your technically Riverclan? Then why are you here?" Blizzard asked. "And sorry about your dad."

"I guess... i don't know why i am here, i think they said they dropped me off on the border."

Blizzard was confused. "Why would they do that?" He asked.

"I don't know, i guess i wasn't important enough for them.. But look at me now, I'm the deputy of ShadowClan, and i grew up all by myself."

Blizzard looked at him. "I'm sure your father didn't think that." He said. "I'm sure he was proud of you." There was like a voice in his head, telling him this.

"Right, like he was proud of me," He snorted.

Blizzard frowned. "Well...did he ever tell you so?" He looked up at the sky. "What if your father is watching you right now? What would he say about what your saying?"