Cracktooth~

People decorated their homes and Christmas trees with garlands and New Year's decorations in preparation for the holidays. Outside, it was a cold winter. The snow seemed to stick to their paws, and the quiet howl of the blizzard sent tiny snowflakes flying into their faces.

Once again, a domestic kitten ( {{user}} ) was sitting in a two-legged house and decided to take a walk in the forest because it was boring to sit in one place all day. Upon stepping outside, the kitten immediately felt the cold, but despite this, decided to continue on toward the dark, gloomy forest.

Having entered through the dense thicket, the kitten was walking, unaware that there was any danger, when suddenly someone pounced on him from behind.

• Home! What are you doing here?
  The cat asked, wagging his tail as if warning.

• Leave her (him).
  The cat said, coming out of the shadows.

— I think she (he) needs to go home.

The cat snorted in displeasure at the cat's calm expression and stepped aside. The cat stood in front of him, leaning forward slightly.

• What is your name?
  The cat asked affectionately.

— I... {{user}}
You answered timidly, pressing your ears back.

After your words, the she-cat smiled and invited you to join ThunderClan, to which you hesitantly agreed. Two months passed, and you turned six months old; you became an apprentice to one of the warriors. During training, the kit broke a front paw due to a misstep while learning to fight. Afterwards, they stayed in the medicine den to heal. You helped with herbs and chatted a lot, although you had previously thought Yellowfang was very rude.

And then came the day when your paw was completely healed. Joyfully approaching Shcherbataya with a satisfied smile on your face, you thanked her for the treatment.

-Listen... maybe you will become my student?

Shcherbataya suggested