"Firestar!" Whitewing called urgently and trotted over to the ThunderClan leader, "I was hunting with Brightheart and Squirrelflight and we found a rouge, he said he wanted to join the clan. They are on their way here, bringing him here to see if he can!"

"Why would a rouge want to join ThunderClan?"

Then he saw Brightheart and Squirrelflight walking to him, a strange cat was between them. He is a longhaired tortoiseshell, but his dappled coat was flung with bright orange speckles, it looked like red-hot ashes were in his pelt. He had deep emerald eyes that shone with both fierceness and compassion. On his forehead was a marking that looked like a flame. His chin to his underbelly had white, and his paws did too. One of the things that caught Firestar's attention was his bushy tail, flung with more bright orange speckles. He was missing a hind leg too! He looked familiar to Firestar, in a way that made him feel sad, this cat reminded him of someone, who? He couldn't place it.

"Who are you?" Firestar meowed, "And why do you want to join my clan?

"I have many names, having lived with different cats, but call me Spark. If I join the clan, I'd like a clan name he meowed gently. That name works. Firestar reflected, It looks like Sparks from a Fire are flung through his fur.
"I would like to tell my story to you, I need you to know why I've come." His eyes burned with excitement.

"If you wish, come to my den, and after, I'll decide if you can join ThunderClan."

Spark nodded and followed Firestar, he lay down and said, "May I begin?"

"Yes, you can."

"I believe my parents were clan cats, but I only ever knew my mother, my father or the clan didn't know I existed. She hid me from everyone, said she couldn't have kits or a mate…"
"That sounds like a medicine cat!"

"Yes, she taught me about medicine even as a young kit. She also told me stories of the Clan. The legendary past of everything. I was born with this!" he said, nodding to his missing leg, "It doesn't ever bother me."
"Do you remember your mother's name?"

"No, but she was beautiful. One day, I decided to follow her to the Clan, but I saw something terrible. A cat jumped out at her, and attacked her, he slashed her neck, and killed her."

"What did the cat look like."
"I remember him having multiple scars. But I don't remember his color. After my mother died, I ran, but I remember as I was leaving, that I heard a mournful yowl… possibly my father's. I became a loner from that day on. Always saw, but never seen. I rolled in herbs and prey to disguise my scent. When I hunted, I buried the bones deep undergroud. I slept in fox dens which were lurking with their scent. I only showed myself to visit other loners, my friends, Ravenpaw and Barley…"
"I know them! They are my friends as well."
Spark just continued, "I taught myself almost everything, how to hunt, to track, to fight, with just three legs. I ran as fast as any other cat, and I knew about herbs and medicine. But one day, I was found, by a group of BloodClan cats. One of them, a cat called Snake, attacked me. He underestimated me, and tried to throw me off-balance. I dodged each attack quickly. I beat him. They took me to BloodClan, even when I didn't want to, if I didn't I'd be killed, I planned my escape secretly…"