It seemed like only yesterday that Vixensong had stumbled into Fallclan’s territory with her younger brother in tow. Shaking, frightened, and cold she had been petrified that the clan would turn her away when she was brought to their camp. Growing up as a loner, the russet-pelted she-cat had always been warned about the devils that were clan cats. Her parents had told her countless tales about their limited patience and their ridiculous territorial urges. Vixensong hadn’t expected to be welcomed and initiated as an apprentice. Sometimes it still shocked her whenever she thought about it. Other times, she worried that her parents would be disappointed with her. It was those that’s that angered her. Why should they be disappointed? She had only done what they had taught her to do. Survive.

Vixensong let out a soft snort as she wandered through the territory. Fallclan was her home now. She couldn’t keep worrying about what her dead parents would think; whether they would approve or disapprove of her choices. The warrior had wasted enough time hiding away in camp, letting her anxious behaviors keep her bound to the warriors den. It wasn’t often that the she-cat ventured out on her own. But it was time for a change. She was determined to learn more about her new home, to find her way back to camp on her own. But she had been so lost in her thoughts that she had forgotten to pay attention to her surroundings. When Vixensong looked back up, she had no idea where she was. It was an open field, surrounded by sparse bushes and tall grass. The chestnut colored warrior pinned her ears back quickly, almost afraid that she had stumbled onto another clan’s territory. When she tasted the air the scent of Fallclan was still fresh and her fear subsided a bit. A faint glow caught her eye and suddenly as she looked back down Vixensong found herself surrounded by millions of small fireflies. Their light illuminated her wide green eyes as she stared at them in awe, unable to look away from the picturesque sight.