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Aesalon needed a clan, needed it more than she needed anything else. She was seven moons old, but already the innocent spark had left her haunted eyes. Seven moons old. Three moons since her mother died on a Thunderpath, eight since her father had left her mother to fend for herself and her unborn kits, most of whom left to join small rogue groups. She had since taken to the loner life, but that phase had lasted only a moon before she was driven from her refuge by rats. By the garbage cans, she had heard of clans in the wilderness, clans where everything was shared and the clan survived together, and she had slowly gathered knowledge on each and every significant one.
SunClan, she had decided one night, gazing up at the brilliant stars. Tempered by the city's lights, they had nonetheless been her greatest companions.
And so she had journeyed, talking to loners and fellow travelers. Hunting was better in the wilderness, it appeared, and it was easier to find water. She had to defend herself, of course, but no more than in the city. It had taken two moons of roughing it to make it here, and now she was willing- no, determined to learn how to hunt, to fight. She was ready.
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