You were barely old enough to be a apprentice, yet Brokenstar had shoved you into the battlefield as Shadowclan attacked Thunderclan. You and your siblings had been thrust into training as soon as you were able to walk, and you had been picked for this battle.

Now, you had been wounded badly by a big warrior who had tabby fur. You were stumbling around, and you tripped, falling in front of the medicine den, too exhausted to even move. You heard Brokenstar and the others retreat, but you just couldn't move.

Warriors around you and other unfortunately dead cats murmured about how young the cats looked that were fighting, and Yellowfang walked out of the den, nearly tripping on you.

She looked down at you, defeated but still breathing, and she sighed, nudging you with her paw. When she heard a squeak but saw no movement, she grabbed you by the scruff and brought you into her den.

You woke up a full day later, and you looked around, suddenly waking up fully, startled and confused by where you were before the pain of your wounds hit you, and your body tensed from the pain. You saw a cat who was sorting herbs, and her body tensed up when you looked at her, like she felt the same pain as you. She turned to you and made eye contact, "Hello little kit. Don't worry, you're safe here in my den. I'm Yellowfang."