A faint mew came from a hollow rotting tree stump. The stump smelled of herbs and faintly of milk. The mew had come from a newborn she-cat who had been deserted thinking she was dead. A loner named Pebble heard the cry and rushed onto ShadowClan territory. When she found the kit she took her in and raised her as her own. "My little Feather" Pebble would say, but as Feather grew up she wanted to know all about her past and Pebble did not have any answers. So Feather went off in search of these answers and eventually found them...
Yellowfang's head was spinning with questions and regret. She...
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