From the moment she opened her eyes, Mousekit wanted to be a warrior. She admired their strength and loyalty and she dreamed every night of serving her Clan beside them.
Mousekit was born a runt, however. At six moons old she barely reached the shoulders of new apprentices. She was told she'd never be a warrior no matter what she did.
Refusing to let her dream crushed, Mousepaw decided she had only one option.
If her Clan saw her as half a cat, she would prove to them that she was twice the warrior any of them were, no matter what it took to do so.