Prologue:Unleashed

  

   I don't trust any of the cats in my clan. Well, I do,but not in the way you think. I trust them to support me in battle,to comfort me in grief,to catch the food that I eat. But,I don't trust any of them with my secret.
   The only cat I've ever trusted was my mother. She was the only cat like me in the clan. The only cat who had wings. I didn't trust my father,or even my sibling. But she died within a moon,and I never knew if she had wings or not. My mother,Rainwhisker,taught me how to fly. I'll never forget that night. To feel, for the first time in my life,truly free.
   But now,she has passed on,and I'm the only one left. I don't feel comfortable with my clan,since I'm so different.Which makes me wonder,will Starclan accept me,even though I have wings? Does Starclan judge you by your apperance,and not by the real you?
   I'm so troubled by everything. Sometimes,I just get lost in thought,during a patrol,or even a battle.And now that I'm getting an apprentice,things will be harder. I fear my secret will be unleashed, and disaster will strike.The only thing I can do now,is pray to Starclan,if they'll listen, and just hope my apprentice is well-behaved,or I may face exile,or even the unspeakable-death.
   I need to stop thinking like this. I've always hated the fact that I'm a pessimist,and it takes my mind into nightmares. I lick my fur,and set off into the sky,letting my wings unfold. I do a flip in the air,happy to finally feel free from the normal warriors duties,and set off, the stars guiding my way.