Fourteen moons ago, during leaf-bare, a RiverClan queen gave birth to a litter of three kits. One of them was a small she-cat, dark like the dusk and with eyes resembling a warm greenleaf sunset. The queen made her mind in an instant and named her daughter Duskkit.

Leaf-bare was never easy for the Clans, and soon enough both of Duskkit's littermates died. The queen grieved for them, but did not give up on the last one of her litter. Perhaps by irony of the destiny or simply because of her smaller size which made her require less food, Duskkit survived.

The dark gray tabby was not the most outgoing kit of the bunch, but she enjoyed hearing the elders' tales and playing with her fellow kits. Duskkit had her good share of adventures as soon as she was fit to run and bounce, which always left her clanmates angry for some reason she could not understand.

In the peak of greenleaf, Duskkit was made an apprentice and was named Duskpaw. She was mentored by a youg and large ginger tom, who praised her quietness and cleverness. No matter how proud the mentor was of his apprentice, they got in arguments often due to Duskpaw's scalding temper. Despite their misunderstandings, Duskpaw was mentored well, and after catching her first fish, too scrawny for her mentor's tastes, she trained hard to perfect her fishing skills. Before long Duskpaw caught more and better fishes than her mentor. The she-cat was a great fisher and a fine ground prey hunter, but she left much to desire as a fighter. The ginger tom had a hard time trying to hone his small apprentice's skills, for she did not have the raw strength that he did, making their fighting styles very distinct. However, with much effort and tryout, Duskpaw, with the help of her mentor, invented and improved a fighting style based on timing and strategy, which helped the small apprentice beat much larger opponents.

When she was ten moons old, Duskpaw was appointed for an assessment by her mentor. Pride seemed to swell his ginger tom's chest when Duskpaw passed her final task as an apprentice. That same day she had her warrior ceremony and received her warrior name, Duskwatcher, due to her constant analysis and observation of her surroundings.

The vigil was during a long, somewhat cold leaf-fall night. Duskwatcher passed it reflecting on her life, from her birth along with the littermates she never got to know properly, passing by her adventures as a kit and challenges as an apprentice. Duskwatcher was unsure if she would make a great warrior, but the cold breeze seemed to sweep those doubts away. She would make her best to honour her dead littermates and to make her mentor proud. Their sacrifices and efforts would not be in vain.

As a lazy sun rise above the horizon, Duskwatcher made a vow with herself and StarClan. No matter if she was the greatest or the worst, she would always try her best.