As a kitten, life seemed pretty perfect, as so it seemed. I was born in a den beneath an oak tree. I had a brother named Ashfur, a grey tom, a sister named Storm, a calico she cat, and then there's me, Shadowclaw, a black she cat, the runt of the litter. As I grew older, I was always exploring, wondering about the way of life for a young kitten. My mother a calico she cat always said "Stay near the den." Like all kittens, never listened, I wish that I did though.
One day I left the den while mother, Storm and Ashfur was asleep. I then found a bright orange and red butterfly and I chased it into the woods. I followed it until I came back to reality and realized I was lost, I tried to find some surroundings that looked familiar since i went into the woods so often, but it was hopeless. I had followed the butterfly further than I usually went. I then continued to go further into the woods, hoping to find a clearing or better, my family.
