Lightningstruck's fur glowed bright white as he ran through the plains. About a hundred lightning  bolts were aimed directly at him. Lightningstruck weaved and dodged, and only barely missing his fur. His white pelt was now singed with black, as about fifteen yellow PulseClaws ran after him. Joltingbolt, who was supposed to be supervising battle training, was missing and turning a blind eye towards this mishap. Of course,  he also hated Lightningstruck, because he was different from other PulseClaws. And not only because he had white fur, which, in PulseClaw terms, meant you were a loner. All the other PulseClaws had yellow pelts. Also, against a border skirmish with the TsunamiClaws, an electrified tsunami came towards the PulseClaws, who then resulted in a lost battle for the PulseClaws. Lightningstruck was the oddball of the group, so, Joltingbolt assumed he did it. Well, more like everyone thought he did it. Anyway,  none of that really mattered at that instance, as Lightningstruck was still fleeing fifteen angry PulseClaws and dodging their angry bolts sent in his direction.
Lightningstruck had no clue to who his parents were. All he knew was what Joltingbolt told him, and none of what Joltingbolt said about them was a five star review. Of course,  Joltingbolt could have made that stuff up. As, according to Joltingbolt, having white fur meant that that cat was weak, and even PlantClaws didn't have white fur. Lightningstruck could not see anything wrong with the PlantClaws, but Joltingbolt thought that  the PulseClaws were superior and everything else was inferior, including Lightningstruck.
Lightningstruck was not the strongest with the PulseClaws' skill, lightning bolts and static, but wasn't the worst either.  He was also way more athletic then any of the PulseClaws.
Lightningstruck, that evening, padded through the PulseClaws' headquarters, to his sleeping hollow. Each PulseClaw had there own sleeping hollow, which was made when lightning struck the ground, leaving tunnels. Lightningstruck nestled into a bed he had made out of moss, and started to link his wounds and work out the soot that collected on his fur. Later that night, softly padding out of the headed over to the border with  the StormClaws,  making sure none of the of the other PulseClaws saw him sprint off into the blackness.

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