Why was he so...different?

Magpiekit just didn't understand it. While the other cats certainly had scary powers, everyone in camp was all the same- they could all summon the same scary dark stuff. But whenever he tried his hardest to use his StarClan-given powers, he couldn't do it. He could just push a leaf across the ground without touching it, which wasn't all that impressive. What more, he felt horrendously self-conscious about it. Everyone had given him weird looks before, but...

Maybe he just had to try harder. If he worked hard enough, he could right himself, right?

So that was what he was doing- trying to work on his funny element skills to see if they'd become normal with enough effort. The little black smoke, the only kitten of the entirety of DarkClan, was crouched by the nursery's exit. In front of him was a target- an unimpressive mottled rock, which felt surprisingly intimidating at the moment. He focused, scrunched up his nose, and tried again.

But all he could do is summon a pathetic little jetstream of invisible force that pushed the rock to the side ever-so-slightly.

Finally, he gave in. Magpiekit slumped from where he was resting into a fit of soft sobs. "I-I'm still broken..."

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