There are always those who stand to rise up from the ranks, those with bright talents enough to outshine the rest. There are also those who are constantly in the shadows, ignored, almost invisible. Unfortunately, I am of the latter. I, Streakpaw, who is always alone. Always. I am nothing special, with an average build and a dull grey coat with a streak of black fur covering my face, hence my name. In fact, his legacy is the reason of my seclusion. It surrounds me, following me wherever I go, blotting my very existence, covering me like the darkness of a new moon. I can never escape it.