Ember Speaks: Going It Alone

I was always the runt of our litter, right from the very beginning. My mother lay dying after giving birth to me and my sister, Sweetkit. The stupid queen had been searching for my traitorous brother, Lionkit. She was so exhausted that birth was too much for her. I inherited her weakness. I lay on the grass where she gave birth to us outside the MoonClan camp, unmoving. My foolish father, Wolftalon, thought I was dead. But I decieved them all. I was in fact the strongest.