ThunderClan Life

Your mother, LightHeart, was licking your pelt smooth in the morning, preparing for your apprentice ceremony. Your siblings, your sister, RayKit, and your brother, LionKit, we playing at the back of the den. LightHeart: “RayKit! LionKit! Your getting your pelt dusty! I don’t want you to walk out there looking like one of your fathers hair-balls.”