Your first mentor wasnt all that good, you recall. Hare-something, he hated you and you him until one day your temper burst and you took claws to his face. Immature, foolish in hindsight but its only now in adulthood do you have control over that flash-fire anger still lurking in your chest.

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You've grown in the time since you came skulking into Twilightstars den in shame, only to be reassigned to a mentor who cared for you properly (Creekdash, your older brother by bond). And in that time youve found a passion below the ground that has since been unmatched. You slept soundly here once, exhasted from sneaking back into the camp after a night of learning to tunnel.

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Despite the war with shadowclan, those were happy times.