Contest Enty

Make a character with an unusual view of the world. Make a character who feels like an outcast in their own Clan.



❀ FightinG FatE

They all wait, they watch, and they laugh with their friends. They let life come at them; they never make an effort to change or grow. They just keep running forward, even if there's a cliff to fall off not far beyond the horizon. They see life as a series of events that will come at them, no matter what. So they stay, moving straight ahead, never dodging the tree branches or sinkholes that life will bring them. Their unrivaled, unacknowledged apathy is what will break them.

But I am different. I know this. I will change my fate. I will dodge those branches and sinkholes and cliffs; I will not let StarClan plan out my life for me. I don't just watch. I am not a spectator in my own world. I live.

My father let fate catch up with him. He knew that the battle would kill him, and still he fought, tooth and claw until the end, all for a sense of duty and glory. Because it was his fate, he said. Don't worry, he said. I've accepted it, he said, as he lay dying in the medicine cat's den.

I will never resign. I will keep fighting until my end.

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A thousand shining stars carpet the sky, their glimmer barely lighting the ground in front of me. It is a dark night. A new moon, a symbol of rebirth. Or at least, that's what Lilycloud says. Everybody trusts Lilycloud and her signs. Everybody but me. Signs and omens do not predict the future; they control it. If you look for luck, you will find it. If you look for battle, you will find it. If you look for death, you will find it. If you let StarClan control you, soon you too will join their ranks

A rustle sounds behind me. I freeze for a moment and my mind runs through all the worst-case possibilities. A fox? An enemy warrior? A Twoleg and its dog? Before my imagination can run off beyond rationality, the figure of a grey-speckled she-cat moves into view. It's Lilycloud, my mentor and my polar opposite (in mentality, at least).

"Have you seen the stars tonight? They're so bright and so numerous. It must be an omen."

I turn away from her, uninterested, and resume picking my comfrey. She doesn't understand, she has never understood, that by not fighting fate she is letting it consume her. She is letting StarClan control her life, so she will die like everybody else. When your ideology gets in the way of your life, you don't end up truly living.