The Perfect Haunting of Lilah

Prologue

 * My name is Lilah.
 * Once, a long, long time ago, I was a warrior of ShadowClan. My name was Lillykit, then Lillypaw, and finally, Lillypetal. I was the cat every tom wanted, and every she-cat wanted to be. I knew my silky black fur shone at just the right moment at the Gatherings, when the moon was full. I knew my icy blue eyes sparkled when I was happy - or so all the toms said. I knew I had a way with words that made every cat fall in love with me.
 * But I also knew everything I did was wrong, a lie. Every breath I took consisted of telling toms how much I loved them, when I didn't, or how happy I was that me and a she-cat were friends, when I honestly couldn't stand anything about them. Yet, despite all my faults, everyone thought I was perfect. I did, too, for so long.
 * That is, until the day Avery came.
 * Avery was the exact opposite of me, yet she was twice as beautiful. She had long, thick, snow white fur. She had deep, extremely rare brown eyes, and a poetic way of speaking. She came to ShadowClan as a "former RiverClan cat", but I knew she was lying. I had never seen her at Gatherings, and she carried the scent of twoleg cat food. Plus, why would her name be Avery and not a warrior name? She was a kittypet, but one that had been abandoned by her owners for a while. I was so sure of it.
 * Once Avery had established herself as a warrior, a mentor, and finally deputy - the posistion I so envied - I had been forgotten about. The toms stopped asking me to accompany them during hunting patrols, and the she-cats stopped gossiping with me about who mated with who. I was all alone in a world I had before so loved.
 * But the day I came out of my shell and started living again, was the day I died.
 * And it all started with Avery.