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The Boy Who Was Born Broken.

this is one of my first stories on here, so bare with me😭. this story will take place in the warrior cats universe ofc, in the perspective of brokenpaw/star. showing his struggles with his clan, and his own emotions. i haven’t read the first set of books which he was in in FOREVERRR so if i put something out of timeline or anything just ignore it, this is my own little thing here LOL.

art credit goes to Silberrr

WARINGS | animal violence and slight gore.

The sun stood high in the sky above Shadowclan camp, cats mingled and shared prey around the clearing. Plants shook at the camp entrance as two cats walked into camp, a small tabby barely over six moons. With a tall solid black tom, his green eyes sticking out against his dark coat.

The small tabby limped on his left paw, his brows furrowed and nose scrunched in pain. It was clear to any cat who looked that the poor apprentice was clearly embarrassed. His ears pinned and he avoided eyesight from anyone else.

“Why don’t you go see Yellowfang about that scratch, hm? Brokenpaw?” Nightpelt suggested, with a soft nudge to the apprentice’s shoulder.

The tabby growled a response and limped his way towards the medicine cat den, Brokenpaw. What an embarrassing name, it was clear what he was named after. The bend in his fluffy tail, he hated it. Brokenpaw always felt the eyes on him, they all judged him.

It made him look stupid!

Brokenpaw entered the medicine cat den as he brushed past some moss and hanging roots, seeing Yellowfang sitting near a wall of the den. Roots sticking out the wall just enough to be a support to place herbs and other objects on. The gray she-cat was putting up herbs on the roots, her attention turning to Brokenpaw as his shadow casted into the den.

His dark shadow creeped along the floor, engulfing Yellowfang in darkness. Her heart sank as her yellow eyes set on the young apprentice, the medicine cat hid her disturbance as she rose to her paws.

“Brokenpaw, everything alright there little one?” Yellowfang asked as she approached Brokenpaw, who stood with his ears pinned and flicked his tail around agitatedly.

His yellow eyes didn’t meet Yellowfang’s for a heartbeat, but when the two made eye contact the tom’s eyes were full with anger

“It’s nothing! But the sick old cat suggest I come here anyway.” Brokenpaw hissed, turning his gaze away to look at the floor.

Yellowfang sighed with a slight frown, masking her guilt with a disappointed frown. Shaking her head the she-cat spoke.

“Nightpelt may be old, but he just wants to help you Brokenpaw. Is that so bad?” She asked.

The tom was quiet for a moment before glancing up at Yellowfang, “No.” he said with slight defeat in his town.

“Then let’s not insult him, hm?” She mewed, then sat and held out her paw. “Now let me see that paw.”

Brokenpaw hesitated, he did not want help! He would be just fine handling this on his own, he always had been. But when the apprentice looked up to Yellowfang’s eyes, something about her made him calm a bit. Her reassurance and just her aura.

The young tabby sat down, and extended his paw for Yellowfang. The gray she-cat let his paw rest on hers, she leaned her head down and examined it.

The young tom had a cut on his paw pad, the gash was deep and caused a slight amount of bleed. But it was enough to stain his left paw, the image made Yellowfang’s stomach churn and a shiver go down her spine.

I’ll never forgive myself.

Yellowfang cursed in her head, then stood up silently and padded away to the back of the den. Where she retrieved a stick of juniper berries, the she-cat then returned to Brokenpaw. Taking some berries in her mouth, Yellowfang chewed them up until they were mush and pressed them against the apprentices’s wound.

The young tom’s brows furrowed in pain, causing Yellowfang to pull back the berries. Brokenpaw looked up at her, tilting his head at the empathy shown. Something the juvenile didn’t receive when in the nursery. Brokenkit grew up not knowing who his mother was, and being extremely neglected by his foster mother. All while being bullied and harassed by his foster siblings. Brokenpaw did not have it easy, but now that he was an apprentice now he had more freedom.

“What is that?” Brokenpaw asked staring off into the den, his eyes trailing along the roots in the walls. But they stopped on another red berry, one with sharp small leafs.

Yellowfang turned her head and looked at them, “Those are death berries.” she replied and looked at the apprentice.

“Do you use them to kill cats?” He asked, and the way he asked made Yellowfang want to laugh and shiver at the same time.

“In a way, yes. We use them to end a cats life faster, so they wouldn’t have to suffer.” Yellowfang explained, staring at the death berries for a long moment before turning back to Brokenpaw.

“Interesting.” He replied simply, before getting up and dipping his head to Yellowfang. “Thank you for tending to my wounds, i’ll see you around!” Brokenpaw said, then turned and left the den.

Yellowfang watched as the tom left, her heart stung with sadness as he did. As if she wanted him to stay, but no, no that wouldn’t be good. It’s best to keep our distance. The she-cat frowned and slunk back into the darkness of the den.

Outside Brokenpaw was eating a small frog alone under the shade of a large oak, his teeth cut through the soft meath nicely. But his peace didn’t last long. As he was approached by his foster siblings Tangledpaw a she-cat and Deerpaw a tom.

Brokenpaw sat up and pinned his ears at the two, their interactions were never pleasant.

“Heard you cut your paw at training today! How is it? Your cut?” Tangledpaw asked standing next to her brother, the two looking at the tabby.

“Why? You don’t care.” Brokenpaw replied harshly, pulling his frog towards him protectively.

“Yeah! You’re right we don’t.” Tangledpaw hissed back.

“We’d just see if you were dumb enough to fall for it, like you were dumb enough to wound up hurting yourself!” Deerpaw chimed in, and the two siblings bursted into laughter. Clearly very engulfed with themselves.

They began to meow insults back and forth at Brokenpaw, he hated them. He hated how they always had it out for them, he never got a moments rest with them. No one ever said anything, no one ever defended Brokenpaw. He was always on his own.

His ears pinned and his tail lashed before him angerily, Brokenpaw had had it with being disrespected! The tom lashed out at Tangledpaw, slamming her to the ground. Brokenpaw began to swipe his paws against his foster sister, landing blow upon blow on her face. A hard bite on his shoulder weakened him and Brokenpaw was knocked off, a yowl sounded somewhere in the distance. But it was merely a whisper to Brokenpaw, as within a second he was ontop of Tangledpaw again. Tufts of fur flew across the scene, Deerpaw clawed at Brokenpaw but the tom was blinded by his own rage.

But suddenly he was yanked off Tangledpaw, teeth bit down into his scruff and he was carried away.

“Let me go! Stop! She needs to be taught a lesson!” Brokenpaw yowled angerily, lashing his paws out and kicking desperately. He didn’t even take the time to check who was carrying him, but knew by the scent that it was Yellowfang.

The she-cat carried him to her den and set him down, where he tried to rush past her but she quickly blocked his way. Brokenpaw yowled angerily,

“Get out of my way!! Tangledpaw can’t get away with treating me this way!” He yelled shutting his eyes as they began to sting with tears, Brokenpaw’s tail lashed behind him wildly.

Yellowfang narrowed her brows down at him, she was angry with him, and herself. How could she let this happen? How much harm would he continue to cause, all because-

Stop it.

Yellowfang sat and wrapped a paw around Brokenpaw, she pulled him into her chest and muffled his cries. The young apprentice yowled and screamed, darkening her gray fur with tears. Brokenpaw was hurting, he hurt everyday, and no cat his age should have to deal with what he did. Yellowfang wished she could’ve done better, maybe if she did he wouldn’t be hurting this way.

“They always get away with what they do to me! B-But when I do it, T-They-“ The young cat cried,

“Shhhh, I know I know. You don’t deserve it little one, I don’t know why they treat you that way.” Yellowfang spoke softly, but she lied. She knew why they treated him that way, she knew why he was called Brokenpaw.

“It’s because i’m different! It’s because I have a crook in my tail! It’s because i’m not their real family, it’s because I don’t have one.” Brokenpaw cried, his voice becoming weaker and weaker with every word his little heart cried out. This was a truly troubled cat, and while Yellowfang was good with herbs, she was not good with emotions.

She turned her head and watched as Raggedstar was speaking to Lizardstripe Brokenpaw’s fosters mother, who was fluffed up in anger and spewing angry nonsense.

Brokenpaw seethed with anger, his sides rising and falling heavily. His yellow eyes wide with rage, his claws latched onto Yellowfang and he stared wide eyed at something that moved in the top corner of the den.

A spider. It crawled to a fly that got caught in its web, he watched as it incased the fly with its silk. Then landed a deadly bite to its prey.

Brokenpaw’s eyes looked to Tangledpaw who was sitting next to her mother, wailing like a kit. His cries annoyed her, they always did. She was always so abnoxious, and it was in that moment Brokenpaw realized how much he hated weaklings; kits.

Their pathetic screams, wailing for attention. Sure he had just been crying, but it was for another reason, it was his first time ever breaking. And there he broke that first wall, delving deeper into the twisted fate that was sealed with him.

#warrior cats #brokenstar #yellowfang #warrior cats story

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