You're a clan born, which means you've been originally born in DuskClan, located deep into a conifer forest, swallowed by chilly shade.

The clan always had a young leader, Clawstar, a black cat with piercings green eyes, only 19 moons old, strong and ferocious, and a deputy, which unexpectedly died one summer day as he was ran over by a car. The clan was devastated since a clan without a deputy was a clan in danger.

You've always been a great hunter and warrior for the clan, so you were surprised when Clawstar called a meeting and called you on the leader rock alongside him. You went up and were shocked when he touched his nose to yours, calling you the new deputy of the clan.

That was two years ago, and so far, you've been a great deputy. Organizing hunts, training kits, and patrolling regularly.

You are now sitting on the leader rock, basking in the warm sun, when you feel Clawstar come up to you and lay down beside you.