Cinder's Outcast: A Short Story

One week. That’s how much longer it was until Cinder’s death. That’s how much longer it was until she was sent into the Forest of Death, permanently becoming an Outcast. She wanted to live life to the fullest, but how could she when death was so close?
Cinder couldn’t get to sleep that night, she just continued to paw the ground as the stars twinkled high up in the sky. When she was one month old, the shadows of the alleyway used to always scare her, but now Cinder considered the alleyway as a home. She forced herself to not make friends though, for she would lose them once she became an Outcast.
Cinder had been born into being an Outcast. Before her parents became an Outcast they had her, so Cinder became an Outcast. Since the Alleycats are nice, they allowed Cinder to be a raised in the alleyway for one year, before becoming an Outcast. When Cinder was six months old, she learned …show more content…
The talking from all the other cats immediately stops. “Thank you. Today, is another day of outcasting.” Cinder looks down at her paws. This would be her in six days. “So right now we have with us, Cali.” The crowd of cats starts to clap as Cali steps forward. She doesn’t say anything though, she just stares ahead, not making eye contact with anybody. “This has been a tradition for as long as we can remember. Alleycats that are from the descendant line of rebels are called Outcasts, and when they turn one, they are sent away into the Forest of Death.” Nobody knew who the rebels were or what, but nobody really cared. All they cared about is if they were an Outcast or not. If they weren’t, then they didn’t care what tradition there was. “If everybody could please get in a line based on their ranking, we will all escort Cali to the Forest of Death.” All of the cats get up instantly, and start chatting away. Mischief waited so then he could be at the front of the line, while Cinder waited knowing that she would be at the end of the