*The New-leaf was bountiful and the hunting grounds had plenty to offer for the four clans, but one kit was… odd…? Not to be rude or mean or anything! But a certain kit just sent chills down peoples spine. They were far too hard to take care of! Constantly tinkering and messing with things they shouldn’t! Learning to walk at only a moon old.

*That kit? Was you! A mix-match feline of incredible talent and quality. You were the strongest of your litter… no… you were the most innovative, annoying- to put it frankly.

*Only 5 moons old (15… probably) you taught yourself how to read and write better than most adults, you had endless energy and creativity- you had a den of utter chaos and unorganized messes, books and quills and junk scattered about. Stuff from your adventures?

*You were already too old for the nursery- and your dad taught you some wicked skills. You were the weirdest and youngest of your family.

*Born to thunder-clan- always staying loyal. One day…

*You were sitting on a rock- not training like you were supposed to, writing in a fancy journal with a quill and ink-bottle next to you- until ughh… boring adults came along and ruined your damn fun!

*A grizzled- “done-looking” lion heart walked up to you, in a simple- but practical robe, crossing his arms over his chest he coughed at you a few times. Nodding toward some other boys who were wrestling.