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Growing up in Twoleg Place, you get used to...not always eating the best. Or in some cases, not always eating. Of course, for Drakon and his crew, things were different, but on my side of the tracks, things were much worse. As Hawk-eye's daughter, I was entitled to more prey then most, but most nights I still went to bed hungry. I wonder if my father had known that I would be forced to almost marry my best friend seasons later? I quickly finish and stretch. Thorn bounds up, "Are you ready to go?"

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  • Growing up in Twoleg Place, you get used to...not always eating the best. Or in some cases, not always eating. Of course, for Drakon and his crew, things were different, but on my side of the tracks, things were much worse. As Hawk-eye's daughter, I was entitled to more prey then most, but most nights I still went to bed hungry. I wonder if my father had known that I would be forced to almost marry my best friend seasons later? I quickly finish and stretch. Thorn bounds up, "Are you ready to go?"
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  • Growing up in Twoleg Place, you get used to...not always eating the best. Or in some cases, not always eating. Of course, for Drakon and his crew, things were different, but on my side of the tracks, things were much worse. As Hawk-eye's daughter, I was entitled to more prey then most, but most nights I still went to bed hungry. Like when I first met Cobweb. Drakon and Hawk-eye sat, glaring at each other while Cobweb and I looked each other over curiously. Neither of us had grown into our muscles yet, and in my case it seemed doubtful that I would. I was a lithe kit, with puffy fur while Cobweb was...well...Drakon would call it 'taken care of' or 'sturdy'. Hawk-eye just called it 'fat'. I wonder if my father had known that I would be forced to almost marry my best friend seasons later? Either way, when I escaped to the Clans, I hated it. I refused to eat, I didn't want to do anything, and I attacked Thorn on several occasions. I let out an annoyed hiss at the thought of the ginger tom who has all but attached himself to my side since I decided to start trying to live a Clan life. "Do you like it? Aren't mice amazing?" he's asking now, watching me eat a mouse. I give him an odd look and don't respond. But, since I've spent my life eating rats, I can tell you one thing. If you're starving in the wilderness and your choices of food are a pile of rat carcasses and one mouse, choose the mouse. At least you'll die happy. I quickly finish and stretch. Thorn bounds up, "Are you ready to go?" I sigh and nod. It would be so easy to get excited about my first patrol...if my patrol partners weren't Thorn and his bad-tempered second-in-command Jynx. Joy. I get up, feeling a prickle of excitement despite my misgivings, and head for the entrance of RiverClan camp.
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