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Creekhowl didn't know what to think. He was a warrior now, an adult. He was supposed to be defending his clanmates with tooth and claw, willing to die for his clanmates and the warrior code. Creekhowl did not feel this way.

The newly made warrior was trembling in a field of the territory he was supposed to be up in arms to defend. Ever since he's become an apprentice, bad luck has been following him at every turn. First Goldenpaw went missing, then him going out on patrol where Starlingstar died, his father dying in the earthquake, having his mentor reassigned, and in one swift move a brush fire killed both his mentors and his mother is missing. Creekhowl's shoulders shook as he cried, looking down into the grass.

Was it his fault? The only thing linking these tragedies was Creekhowl... Did Starclan curse him? What did he do to deserve being cursed?

He looked up at the moonlit sky, tears streaming down his face. "Did I do something wrong?" He yelled into the stars, hoping for something, anything. "Please, what did I do wrong? How can I make it stop?!" He didn't want his siblings to die because of him. What was he supposed to do? He was supposed to protect them, not put them in more danger.

He glared up at the stars before letting out a visceral scream.

"I did everything I was supposed to! What did I do wrong?!" He continued sobbing, finally curling in on himself. Everyone else around him ended up dying. It was his fault. Starlingstar was the leader. Cloudclan needed him, his kits needed him. Why was Creek the one who survived everything?

He tried calming down but to no avail. He didn't want Mouse or Blossom to die. He had to stay away from them. If he was with them or around them, they could get hurt just like everyone else around him did.

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Total words : 323

Description
Creekhowl didn't know what to think. He was a warrior now, an adult. He was supposed to be defending his clanmates with tooth and claw, willing to die for his clanmates and the warrior code. Creekhowl did not feel this way.

The newly made warrior was trembling in a field of the territory he was supposed to be up in arms to defend. Ever since he's become an apprentice, bad luck has been following him at every turn. First Goldenpaw went missing, then him going out on patrol where Starlingstar died, his father dying in the earthquake, having his mentor reassigned, and in one swift move a brush fire killed both his mentors and his mother is missing. Creekhowl's shoulders shook as he cried, looking down into the grass.

Was it his fault? The only thing linking these tragedies was Creekhowl... Did Starclan curse him? What did he do to deserve being cursed?

He looked up at the moonlit sky, tears streaming down his face. "Did I do something wrong?" He yelled into the stars, hoping for something, anything. "Please, what did I do wrong? How can I make it stop?!" He didn't want his siblings to die because of him. What was he supposed to do? He was supposed to protect them, not put them in more danger.

He glared up at the stars before letting out a visceral scream.

"I did everything I was supposed to! What did I do wrong?!" He continued sobbing, finally curling in on himself. Everyone else around him ended up dying. It was his fault. Starlingstar was the leader. Cloudclan needed him, his kits needed him. Why was Creek the one who survived everything?

He tried calming down but to no avail. He didn't want Mouse or Blossom to die. He had to stay away from them. If he was with them or around them, they could get hurt just like everyone else around him did.

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Total words : 323