Kithood

Born in the mid of the snow-season to a small litter of three, Antkit was the last kit to be born, and the smallest in comparison to his brothers Cedarkit and Crowkit. Their parents Foxclaw and Oakfang had their paws full with these three rambunctious little toms once they were old enough to run about. Seeing as Antkit was the smallest and youngest he was often picked on by his brother Cedarkit, the eldest. Antkit often found himself watching his brothers rough-housing around the nursery, causing messes out of the nests and getting in trouble with the queens while Antkit had to sit off to the side. He hated it, he wanted to play with the other kits! with the idea in his head and the stubbornness in his soul Antkit took his opportunity to sneak out from the safety of the nursery cave. They'd see he could play with the big kits too! He was amazed by the sight of all the cats in the camp. There were so many! The camp was so big! Off to explore, it didn't take long for the wayward kit to be caught and returned to the safety of his mother, teased by his eldest brother, and formed a small friendship with his other brother. After that Crowkit and Antkit could often be seen playing with one another.

Apprenticeship

Soon the time finally came that the three rambunctious toms were finally made apprentices of the clan. Cedarkit and Antkit having their fur fluffed up in pride, and perhaps a bit of anxiety on Antkits part, while Crowkit was ever the calmest one of the three. Antkit was called on last of the brothers, finally named Antpaw and apprenticed to an elderly warrior named Deerpad. Though Antpaw was smaller then most of the apprentices Deerpad could see the energetic tom was every bit determined to be just as good, if not better then his siblings. Deerpad pushed Antpaw hard, but always reminded him to take time to unwind and make friends. He did his best, though he stumbled every so often with his impulsive nature. It lead to a sibling rivalry of sorts between himself and Cedarpaw, one that Crowpaw couldn't help but sigh and shake his head at. Life was calm, up until Antpaws tenth moon. Deerpad started to become on edge, and with enough poking and prodding from the apprentice he eventually learned why. Apparently tensions between Cliffclan and Caveclan has grown and it made the fur on Antpaws spine raise. Those dumb Cliffclan cats always having to think they're the strongest! Antpaw would dream of the battles he might participate in between the two clans, much to Deerpads dismay. Upon reaching his twelfth moon Antpaw had passed his assessment along side his brothers and was finally rewarded with his warrior name.

Warriorhood

Antpaw, Now named Antfoot along side his brothers Cedarfang and Crowtalon, were finally warriors. It was perhaps the greatest moment of Antfoots many moons. The small tom carried himself with pride as he did his best to care and provide for his clan, his energy hadn't diminished in all his apprentice training, usually being the first to volunteer himself for border and hunting patrols. Cavern finally cut ties with those brain-fried Clifflclan cats, and it was about time in Antfoots mind. He wasn't prepared for the pain of betrayal though. His eldest brother, Cedarfang had chosen to go live among Cliffclan. Here he had thought Cedarfang and him were finally growing closer as brothers after their apprenticeship, but Antfoot hadn't known anything it seems. With borders set, Antfoot did his best to keep himself busy caring for his clan, but his opinion on Cliffclan was long set and his hostility would remain. Caverns death was a hard hit on the clan as a whole, distraught and looking to Grackleshade now for leadership Antfoot was not disappointed by the clans new leader. With the comfort of his brother Crowtalon, and giving said comfort in return, the two toms found their ways back to their paws. They had moons of peaces, but peace is fragile and will eventually shatter. Theirs shattered under the weight of heavy rain drowning or chasing away nearly all the prey from the tunnels. With empty bellies, forced to accept eating bugs and herbs from Batwing, tensions were running high while hope was going low. Antfoot could be seen leaving more often to just try to find something that might be enough to feed the clan for even a moment. Things only get worse with the news of a patrols return, looking as if they had gotten into a run-in with a bear only to learn that it was Cliffclan. Peace was gone, and Antfoot hopes Grackleshade won't back down.

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