It was difficult, trying to fit in with his clanmates. ThunderClan didn't always feel like home- how could he see it as home, when the cat who birthed him clearly didn't want him anyways? Or if the rumors were true, and Fernbreeze the departed was really his mother...then what of his father? His strange abilities? 

The tailless tom lingered near the banks of the river rocks, heaving a heavy sigh as he started at the babbling water. His rank of warrior was more of a mockery than a title to take pride in. It was evident that Acorncloud still retained very loose control over his element. Just this morning, he was startled in his sleep and electrocuted a small portion of the warrior's den. It felt like he was just waiting for consumption to swing on by and take his life. 

The cream-colored warrior slowly rested by the river, pulling his legs closer to his body as he suffered in silence for his actions. He couldn't be by his clanmates- he wasn't safe. Being a storm element and hanging out by the river probably wasn't a wise decision either, but...he liked the sound it made. The running water made him feel better, a little more relaxed. 

If only it could wash away the shame he had. 

His parentage was a mystery- clearly he was related to WindClan somehow. An undesirable half-breed. Sure he had a cool element, but he had absolutely no control over it. And what more- he didn't even have a tail.

Could he even call himself a cat?