Starlingthroat strides around SeedClan, the one eye he can see out of scowling as little kits run past, mewling and pawing at eachother.

He searches for his close friend, spotting the yellow tomcat lying in the sun and licking his paws. Typical.

He huffs, limping over to him and dodging an incoming kit, who begs to be his apprentice.

“No, kid. Sorry. I don’t do mentor.”