you first open your eyes, you are in a warm blanket in a nest of the nursery, there is a cat smiling at you, she is your mother. "welcome to fallclan, poopdkit." you start moving your tail around, your mom paininthebutt, tells you a story about their old infance friend, pisskit, who died at the age of 12 mooons you listen carefully, and your father, smelly fart comes and he says: "what beuitiful eyes, and tan colors" you are a shorthair she-kit, for not, you will become a aprentice in 8 moons. you soon fall assleep as the history your mom tells you end she pats your head good night