I don't hate all kits. Just most of them. I play absentmindedly with a small mouse, half-watching the spoiled Clan-brats tumble around, half-wondering what Cobweb is doing. My name is Firefly. And a few days ago I knew who I was. I was the daughter of the leader of the rough side of Twoleg-place. I was Cobweb's best friend. And I had no idea who that low-down rat of a rat Thorn was. But then a few nights ago I ran because I didn't want to marry Cobweb. He got hauled away to Blood Pond to be turned into a monster by his father, Drakon. I got hauled away here. "Go away Thorn," I grumble. That's it.