There's one point in a feline's life when they realize; Nothings going to be the same again. This is the point I realized it. The point of no return. My Aging. But my aging was different. It was Alone. Normally a cat would survive their again, but me, I was different. Am I saying I didn't survive. Maybe. Maybe not. Thats for you to decide. For now, Let me tell you a little about me.
I live in a tribe. Not like the tribes everyone talks about. My tribe consists of two chiefs. One is a real leader, all nine lives, while the second one trained in the leaders ways. He leader basics in healing, how to be a warrior, how to fight, and what it mean to gain his nine lives. When in his training, he slowly gains lives. He has four when my aging comes. The leader's name is Fire. He has a flame colored pelt. The second leader is leap. He has a brown coat with a white belly and chest. He has black ears.
The tribe also has a Healer. The healer is the third rank. She handles herbs and seeds that can heal some sicknesses. She is a black tabby with a white spot on her chest. We call her Moon, but her real name is Blackie.
We have many Kittens and fighters. Me, I'm an Ager. Agers are cats that are not fighters or kittens, but somewhere in between.
I am a Ragdoll. Ragdolls are big cats who have black backs, masks and tails. I Have black paws, so they call me Shadowsteps. My name is two parts for some odd reason. Some cats have two part names, some don't. It might just mean I'm special. Doesn't matter.