Thank you reviewers and since you were the first, I shall take your advice and do first person and to quote Jar Jar Binks "Oh mooey mooey I love you!" (Alright I did just have the sudden urge to quote Jar Jar but oh well). Star wars belongs to Lucas arts and George Lucas and now Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck (all of which I am not)

-26BBY

Well I'll admit it to you now. I never really fit in on Shili, I was seen as the strange girl with strange powers, unbelievably fast, reflexes that shouldn't be possible for a three year old and then there was the one time that I think I started making things float (of course there was never any real evidence that it was me but I suppose it must have been).

On Coruscant, I loved it. I was surrounded by others, the same as me, equal to me. It was like a great big family of different aliens. There was one time when I thought maybe I missed the mountains, and forests and deep green jungle, and ever since I thought maybe one day can go back, just to see what it's like there.

But I fit in well in the temple; I had many good friends, the best of all Jacob Brown. Jake was a togruta just like me and we grew up together with a brother sister bond. In training we watched each other's backs more than our own and that often led us to victory. Of course I had many other friends in the Clawmouse Clan (one of the many youngling training groups, you sleep together, eat together, and best of all train together, you become good friends with each member and sometimes we have competitions with other youngling groups). There was also human Carren Keona, she was my other best friend, she and I shared a special 'girl bond' she called it, and when we wanted to get away from the gruff, loud boys and not talk to some of the other girls we would go to the roof of the Jedi temple to look out over the city and talk.

There were seven initiates in the Clawmouse Clan, slightly fewer than average. Our training Master was Jedi Master Bobecc Kulumie. When we first became initiates he told us to call him Master Bobecc, or Master, or Bobecc, just as long as we didn't call him Bobby he was happy, and yes I did try it once.

Also in our Clan were a male cathar by the name of Lorne Munsula, a zabrak female Voba Denan, Quin Shan a female twi'lek, two humans male Yu-Sien Lendix and female Jane Ghart and then lastly Korlen Magre a Mon Calamari.

It took me years to memories all their names fully.

I remember one day specifically we got into a bit of trouble with an older clan. It wasn't really our fault; we didn't mean to push a shelf of holobooks on their heads, it just sort of happened.

"But Master, shouldn't duelling and force wielding be the first priority for a Jedi?" Voba was always very well spoken at the age of ten; she didn't like to read though. Apparently when she was found by the Jedi order she was the third daughter of a queen of some Outer Rim planet, Jake, Carren and I always thought she was a bit snooty. So Master Bobby had led us to the Jedi Archives, I'll admit it wasn't my favourite place in the temple and if I had to decide between two hours solid meditation and reading a row of those dusty books… I'd go for the meditation. Carren was quite into reading, she thinks we can learn from the Jedi who wrote the archives in the first place. I'm not disagreeing with her but I just can't be bothered. Jake was always more on my side, he enjoyed the computers in the archives however and I'd seen him go two hours straight researching alien species and their origin planets. But today we were to take a leaf out of Carren's holobook and sit down to read. I actually managed to get a pretty good one about Jedi Master Belth Allusis. He had written many books on the Galactic Civil War, by the end of his fifth entry I had grown to respect him (not something I did often).

Jake had managed to sit still for a whole half hour (not something he did often) and was beginning to get jittery. He'd decided to change books and had gone to fetch one, I glanced up after five minutes to see him, strained faced, arm outstretched and concentrating. A book on the highest shelf was jiggling in its place apparently trying to wriggle free. Finally the book toppled off the shelf hitting Jake squarely in the face, this I snorted happily at. He returned to his seat looking far more relaxed.

We'd been sitting for an hour and a half when finally Master Bobecc ordered us to return our books and head to the cantina. This was when things started to go very wrong indeed. Carren and I quickly slipped our books into the lower shelves we had found them on. Jake didn't have such luck. His face looked pained as he tried in vain to lift the book back into its slot but hovering it in mid-air seemed hard enough. With one mighty force push the holobook was sent flying into its old slot, but the shelf kept going… and going… and going. Finally it stopped midway. Sounds of books falling to the ground on the opposite side of the shelf could be heard and a whack and a yelp and an 'oh dear'. Master Bobecc hadn't yet left the library and we knew the trouble we were going to be in. But first we needed to check if anyone was hurt. We rushed to the next aisle where we saw five initiates with their hands raised above their heads using the force to keep the shelf from landing right on top of them.

Five minutes later the shelf was back in its original place, there was only one problem. The five other young Jedi sending us death glares from afar. It was enough to make Master Bobecc tremble, had these killing looks been directed at him. We got scolded and left in a hurry, outside the library however was even scarier than facing Master Bobby. The five were waiting for us.

"So which one of you complete imbeciles decided you wanted to squash us?" demanded the largest of the initiates. For a moment none of us spoke. A few quick calculations in my head told me that staying quiet would only make things worse.

"Me," I said,

"Er, Ahsoka," Jake pulled on my arm but I pulled away,

"But you gotta understand that it was an accident."

"An accident, huh?" the large one spoke again, he was human, a boy, brown hair and a surly expression. Not to mention a black eye where he had apparently been hit with a holobook. "You call this," he pointed to his eye, "An accident."

I nodded unsure of what exactly was wrong with this guy's head, but I decided not to ask.

"Hey, no one was properly hurt," Carren said deciding if I was going to face up to this guy she didn't want to miss the action.

"What about me? Huh?" the boy demanded, "What about my pride?"

"No offense, sleemo, but Jedi aren't supposed to have that higher opinion of themselves," I replied, "And if you're pride is hurt I suggest you go before you get beaten by a ten year old. I wonder if your pride will live to tell the tale."

A Jedi Master walked by the library and gave the assembled group odd looks. If the boy was about to act on any rash ideas he was quickly halted. The Master continued on their way.

"You better watch your back youngling," the boy said, "And if you hear the name Hash Karleel, be afraid. Very Afraid."

I suppose I made things worse by calling him a sleemo, or threatening to beat him up but the guy was completely overreacting, but when our two clans were put together for lightsaber training I realised how badly Hash Karleel's pride had really been hurt. And that also the feud between Clawmouse and the Hawkbat Clans had just begun.

Right, I myself admit that this was a pretty boring chapter. I'm hoping to get a little bit more action into the next one with lightsabers and whatnot. I'd really appreciate constructive criticism (please )