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There were two kinds of people, the followers and the monsters. His mom told him no one could be both and if you're not the monster than you're the follower. Long long ago he thought being a follower was better than being a monster, but now he realized that followers and monsters couldn't be both because they were simply one of the same. A follower was a monster because they were the bystanders, the unproductive menaces. And monsters followed the followers, their daily lives controlled by what the followers did and how they could respond to it. Sheep and wolves really.
Freckledorange sat by the White Tree staring out over SunClan's territory. They killed Solarflare and Russetdawn, they hadn't been strong enough for them.
His tail whipped back and forth. They were supposed to be SunClan's allies now. They were supposed to take MoonClan and accept SunClan's pathetic little gift with a polite smile and savagely treat them the way SunClan had treated his clan. He wanted revenge and inside of himself he felt more monster than follower. He exhaled for a long time, his breath no longer visible as spring began to take root once more. He claws kneaded at the ground for a moment before sheathing them again. He had needed some time to himself to decompress, but only felt his anger rise inside of him. He let out a sigh and turned around when he noticed Wildcherry nearby. He opened his mouth to say something and then thought better about it. He didn't really know Wildcherry, wouldn't it be weird to just talk to him now?
"Hey."
Wow he was desperate for attention now. Why had said that? Wildcherry was going to think he needed something when he didn't, what was going to make up so Wildcherry didn't think he was a weirdo who called him over for nothing?
