My Kit Hood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I was a kit my name was Heather. I wasn't in a clan but was living with family. Fighting was all I did. My sis almost died because of it, Poor River. When my sis was hurt the rest of my family cared for her. I was alone to fight. All I did was fight to keep mine and my families lives. Yes we ate like other cats. Unlike other cats we were trained to fight since we were 2 moons old. we started fighting cats at the age of 3 moons. Cats fled from the scene after a couple of min. or we killed them. That was how we were taught. One day a group of cats came up to me. I looked them in the eyes. We stared at each other for what felt like moons. For most cats they flee at the stare. These cats didn't. So, I sprang at them. They fought back. Finally, I stopped and took a step back. They spoke to me. Their words were where you learned to fight like that. I stayed quite but, noticed that they had more claw marks than me. Then they said, do you want to live in a clan with us. I still stayed quite. Then where is your family. I ran to go get them. They all came including River. She was still in very bad shape. Later, we got to their camp. We got new names. I became a apprentice and my sis stayed a kit because of her shape. That’s how I got to the clans and what my kit hood was like.

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i wrote that a cuple of days ago so i put it up here