Mapleshade padded through the forest, crying since she had been cast out twice. She was thinking of evil things to do before she heard a mew from the bushes. She skidded to a halt and found you, her eyes widening. You were barely a week old, still crawling and eyes closed.

She felt sympathy and picked you up, carrying you with her till she found the barn and settled there, setting you down and licking your fur.