| Kithood: | Two cats had joined, as to be mates. Breeze and Oakey, both admired, senior clan warriors, and most probably destined to be together from the start. As to be expected, kits were soon on their way. Littleleaf grew ill from an unknown illness in her time of pregnancy and many worries flew for her and the kits. Very fortunately, two kits were born and Littleleaf seemed to improve. They decided to name them Midnightkit and Falconkit. A few moons passed just fine before Littleleaf started feeling very ill again. She was examined time and time again, but even after consulting other clans, the medicine cat couldn't work out what it was. Very soon after, Midnightkit started to show the same symptoms and as soon as they realised, Falconkit was whisked away from her mother and her brother who were sent to the medicine cat den. She was scared and frightened but was soon given another queen to feed off of. She heard nothing for the next days, in which seemed to last for absolute eternity. She knew little to nothing about death, but she knew something wasn't right. Her father came to visit her often, keeping her spirits alive. One day, he came to the nursery with his head bowed and his brow furrowed. He told her, "Your brother and mother have gone to live with the stars, and they'll very happy there, I promise."  Falconkit wailed for her mother and brother, wishing their return. Why did they have to go to the stars and leave me? I want to go to the stars too! I want to be with them! Unfortunately for falconkit, she was left to grow up with two missing figures in her life. 

| Adolescence: | Falconkit slowly recovered and finally, weaned off, was allowed to become an apprentice. A smile was seen on her face much more often these days and she was excited to become Falconpaw. She was given a mentor, Longstride, an extremely tall warrior with sad green eyes, a warm smile, and a dark grey pelt. Falconpaw saw her as a second mother, along with her surrogate. They grew close and her training went very well. She was finally happy again, and was living life to the fullest. She decided she wanted to be the best warrior possible, so set her heart on training as hard as she could.  Half a moon before her warrior ceremony, she was hunting in the forest, alone. She had earlier had a giant row with her father about something silly and growled that they he was 'the worst family ever', so she took it upon herself to hunt. In her time hunting, she heard the the screeches of twoleg kits and a dog. She froze and shot up a tree, just to be safe. She watched them pass by, fortunately in the opposite way of the clan camp. She had to report this to Copperstar immediately!. The dog wasn't singular, she found out. 3 bounded after their twoleg masters. As she heard their voices fade, she sneaked down the tree, silent and frightened. But she wasn't alone. A forth dog appeared to have strayed behind, and she hadn't scented it over the smell of her fear-scent. She was cornered and the dog grabbed her in its huge jowls, running fast towards its owners. Falconpaw screeched and screamed for help, while squirming in the dogs tight grasp. She could feel its teeth tearing at her skin across her spine deeply as it took each bound. She prayed to starclan that someone had heard her as the dog reached the screeching twoleg kits. The dog placed the cat in front of the other dogs, knocking her everywhere, leaving her powerless. The dog's tight grasp seemed to have pulled her spine and she was now paralyzed. The dogs tossed and bit her leaving her scars that would never disappear, while their little twolegs owners tried tugging them away from her. They were awfully close to the twoleg place, rather fortunately she heard a large twoleg voice booming angrily, sending the dogs scattering away. The larger twoleg picked up the limp Falconrise and picked up a strange shiny box from her pocket. She saw very little as they placed her gently into a plastic and metal box and carried her out hurriedly. She felt blood pouring out her back and drenching her pelt. For a splite second she saw her father and a patrol, little dots far into the forest, but she was sure it was them. And they looked horrified. She yowled out 'I'm sorry, father!' as loud as she could and blacked out. When she awoke, she was lying, stiff on a sparkling white table in a blindingly white room. She could now feel her paws and her legs, but most certainly couldn't walk. Terrified, a twoleg in a white pelt picked her up and placed her in another plastic and metal box. She heard a voice speaking to her from a box below hers. "Don't be afraid, warrior. They've fixed you now, you'll be fine. Although I don't know how, you were practically dead when you came in." She heard him purr. "But you warriors are always strong." Falconpaw, shaking with fear still, called out. "Who are you? How do you know us warriors? W-Where am I?" she was incredibly confused and just wanted to be with her clanmates. The cat below spoke softly again, his voice soft and comforting. "I'm a kittypet, Owen. I was friends with a few clan members a long time ago. Oh, and we're in the cutters. They fix us when we're ill, much like medicine cats, but they have many more supplies and ways to help, hence why you survived. Even if they did take off half your ear and most of your tail, but they were goners anyways." Falconpaw gasped and felt for her ear and tail, and he was right, they were gone. Luckily the part they had taken off her ear didn't effect her hearing. They talked for a few more hours, until the original Twoleg came to pick them both up. Owen belonged to the the twoleg that found her incidentally, and when they got back to the twoleg den, they slipped a collar on Falconpaw. The food was disgraceful, there was no way she could stay. After a moon, she starting running back to normal, so she said a sad farewell to Owen, who was now her treasured friend, and left out of an open window. She thanked the twolegs for their care, but she missed her clans, and had to leave. When she finally found her way back to camp, her father and her clanmates were overjoyed to see her, and demanded to hear what happened but all she wanted was to get on with her missed training. Many, many, moons passed before she caught up, but she soon did. 

| Merchant: | Now, Heron is a fully qualified merchant and his heart is on its way to healing properly. He hopes to help other aspiring merchants to create beautiful things, and teach them the tricks of the trade. He's currently intent on making more friends from every clan, and being envied by his peers for his merchant skills. As well as still maintaining a good relationship with this mother and all siblings, he plans to help his mother find someone new, and help 'matchmake' all his siblings too as he claims to want an even BIGGER family. He wants to additionally help with this by hopefully finding a mate and having kids one day.