Geumkit would come of age soon. She would learn to hunt prey for and protect her Clan. The tangerine tabby's fur swelled with a sense of belonging. The kitten was the only she-cat in a litter between two RiverClanners. She had lived relatively happily and spoiled.
Her orange paws picked at the grass as her mind wondered.
There were always tiny problems alongside her happier events. Geum was without a mentor. In such a large Clan, this was deadly. She was without many friends, apprentice or kit. Her brothers had all found mentors in escaping the camp or playing about.
Geum had searched and searched, but to no avail.