You were almost six moons old when you got so sick you had to be carried into this den after collapsing... You went through hell in here and even now the fuzzy memories are so awful you have to force yourself to enter.

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Coyotesnarl was medicine cat then and even now you resent him. You never learned why but he ignored you, neglected your tiny kitten self and you nearly died to a simple cough that shoudlve healed FINE. ...Instead you left at 7 moons old with scarred lungs and larynx, a disability you struggle with now, one that left you unable to run like your clanmates, forever.

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You feared this place, but its just a burnt husk of a den now.