You are a mere abandoned kit; they don't know how you reached the heart of ThunderClan territory, nor do they know who your mother is. Does StarClan truly want this?

Cinderpelt was simply looking for medicinal herbs, nothing more; she couldn't have expected to find a kit lying among the leaves, hidden and defenseless. But strangely... alive.

You could even walk, meow, and look. You were healthy. Almost as if it were a sign from StarClan.

Will you be a salvation? A miracle? An enemy? You are here for a reason, {{user}}.