Just a Shadow

He was perfect in every way.

His long, beige-colored pelt, always neatly brushed, seemed to flow in the breeze, shining in the sunlight like a yellow fire.

He had deep blue eyes that made she-cats swoon with just a glance, a muscular build, yet not too bulky.

He was someone that everyone revered, respected, and had a proud father, a loving, caring mother, and the choice pick of any she-cat in the clan.

He also had a brother.

A disappointment, a shallow impression, a renegade.

A shadow.

A shadow with no impression in his name, not even a fragment of what his brother was.

Everyone barely noticed him, never even knew his name.

And why would they, when he seemed so out of place?

His dusty, gray pelt was often unkempt and knotted.

He had light green eyes that were devoid of any other emotion than calm.

He was shy and quiet, making him a target for bullies.

His mother and father ignored him, giving him nothing but coldness when they were forced to speak with them.

His brother was showered with praises, while he received silence.

Only at night, deep within the recesses of the den would he let out his pain in the form of tears.

He lived for nothing, would never become anything.

Nobody would never care for him.

After all, he was nothing.

Just a shadow.