Warriors: The Misfit

Prologue
This never should've happened. I was a tom with no problems, a infinite future ahead of me, but then I saw her, the most beautiful fox you'd ever see. She had amber fur, and it seemed as if a forest of maple leaves were printed into her skin. A snow white underbelly, each hair representing a unique snowflake in a snowstorm, her paws were as black as coal, promising peace and love. And her eyes, the deepest brown pools of mud, she was... perfect, and by nature, we were both misfits, different then our kind. It all happened on a sunhigh patrol, Tailfrost had called me, Gorseberry, and Horseleaf on dawnhigh patrol, I was trudging along a path walked many times, Gorseberry raced ahead of me, and Horseleaf of course padded after her. ''Doesn't that tom know when to quit? I thought Gorseberry hates him! '' And that left me alone with my thoughts. My mother had been constantly nagging me about a mate, but I had no idea who would be my mate. It was trailing my every thought, refusing to be forgotten. Flowerheart? I pondered, ''No, even if she had a fondness for me, I couldn't live with such a worrier. I suddenly realized I'd trailed off the path, and onto a hill I didn't recongize, the grass was greenleaf warm, patches of poppies scattered among the grass, the sun was rising beyond the hill, I breathed in the scent of morning dew, and picked up another stench, Fox! ''I turned around, looking for the source, when I looked back to the hill, a fox sat, looking at me, her pelt burned like the sun, illuminating the hill, that was where our love began, on top of that hill, where I betrayed my clan, and now I sit here in Starclan, pondering how things would've worked if I'd never met that fox. Then I realized something. I might've saved my clan, without my daughter, the clans could've been destroyed. But that didn't take away the pain of losing all you see. Sometimes I wish my dear mate could join me in Starclan, but I know she resides in a different valley, the rift between species is too strong. I can still visit her, how much Starclan resents me, I shouldn't regret my choice, and I don't. Maybe Flowerheart would've worked out okay, sure, but I could never truely love her, The story of my daughter is one Starclan would like to forget, but I'm proud, and I'm glad I chose Auburn, the fox.