The Good, the Bad, and the Grief

I look just like my father. Everyone says so. The reddish brown pelt, amber eyes, thin tail, and angled features. "Handsome" Mama calls it. He died. Two moons before I was born. And he was a traitor. In the Great Storm, he fought for Darkclan, and turned against Shadowclan. He murdered many of his own clanmates. And I look just like him. I have feared today for many moons...