A small, brown and white she cat sat at the border. Even though she seemed small for her age- roughly 8 moons- she held a fiery determination in her eyes. Value had lived her entire life alone as a rogue. She had never even met her parents. She had always held a fiery passion in her heart, a strong determination to succeed. She liked to think that she was violent, mean and cunning. When she heard of Darkclan and their reputation, she was determined to join them. The young cat would do whatever it took to prove that she belonhed.
So, after a few days of observing, she finally decided to join the clan.