She had known no life other than the chaos and political anarchy of the Monarchy. She had heard of the other clans of the forest and while the Monarchy was an ever changing design., she found the lives of outsiders peculiar and strange. They lacked structure compared to the royal blood that swept through towering leaders upon their pedestals. They hunted without restraint, fought whoever they so chose... not for the first time, the white she-cat found herself grateful to her birthplace and the legend that wrapped around it. The social hierarchy hadn’t been particularly kind to her, no; a commoner without blood ties to others, unaware of who her birth parents were or why they gave her up. But despite the underlying segregation she experienced because of it, she had far too many good memories to look at the Monarchy in order sort of negative light. After all, she had made friends with the E’Clair’s and found a purpose among others. She had the inkling of a feeling if she had been brought anywhere else, her life would not have turned out as splendid as it was...

Crossing into the gathering area of the clan, rabbit held firmly between her jaws, she was reminded of a simpler time when two kits sat and ate their fill before spending a day of relentless adventure without restraint. Her heart ached. She missed those moments with Tasman; life had changed them all, none more so than her childhood friend.