I was just a small kit when I realized I could do things other cats couldn't. I had no idea what I was capable of. I was scared at my power. I knew I had one. I just didn't know what it was, or when to use it. I padded out of the nursery on a warm, sunny day during leaf-fall. I met one of my apprentice friends, Blackpaw, and we started talking about things that we thought were strange. Me, for instance, thought my pelt was odd because none of my kin had white pelts. My friend Blackpaw thought it was weird that our Clan wasn't resting, just hunting, border patrolling, arguing with ShadeClan about a few apprentices chasing squirrels up trees in OUR TERRITORY. I didn't even know about that. "I just don't understand this mess!" Dustwhisker, an elder, exclaimed. "ShadeClan, out of all the Clans, would have by far the most prey. Why do they need to steal ours?" He rambled on, padding towards the fresh-kill pile. I bounded over to join him. "I don't know. But the Clans seem to be doing well." I told him, fishing out a mouse from the pile. "But in the season of leaf-bare the Clans need to fight to survive. Even if it is just a squirrel." Dustwhisker nodded to me. He looked at my small, round paws. "You're too young to fight." He told me. I gobbled down my mouse and padded back into the nursery, and lay down. I thought about squirrels. I wondered, If StarClan is watching over us, and care about us, wouldn't they stop fighting, and send an infinite amount of prey? I started to doze off. I dreamt about a huge, white warrior. He was standing upon a towering rock, commanding prey to flood into his strong camp. He had a torn ear, and a scar above his shoulder. He looked tough. He looked powerful. Like someone out of a nursery tale. He was a warrior. He was a leader. And in a way, he looked a little bit…. like me.