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Foxkit was the only kit of mine that survived. ShadowClan's food supplies were dangerously low, and we were under the rule of a tyrant of a leader, only letting his favorite warriors eat first. I wasn't able to produce enough milk to feed all my kits, but Foxkit prevailed. I would never get to see her grow up, but I know she turned out okay.
My mother, Breezefeather, was a highly intelligent and charismatic she-cat hailing from ShadowClan where she was born. At the time, the inner rankings of ShadowClan were being questioned, and she was unfortunately caught in the crossfire when she was killed as deputy, after she tried to reason with her clanmates that their loyalty was faltering. I was just a few weeks old at the time, and the clan abandoned me on the edge of the lake, where I was picked up by TimeClan. I wish I had gotten to know my mother better.
Grayheart was what you would typically see when you envision a cat from ShadowClan. Many scars, dark fur, a snaggle tooth, and a slight scowl on her face no matter how she was feeling. While she was tough, the moment she had kits, everything changed for her. She went from fighting for herself to fighting for her clan and her kits. Grayheart felt that we were all she had, and took special care in raising us in the volatile environment we were born into.
Breezefeather was the epitome of the perfect ShadowClan cat: cunning, calculated, but born in a time where the clan was tearing itself down. The politics of ShadowClan at that time were starting to become unhinged, but that didn't stop Breezefeather from becoming a loyal addition to the clan. She became deputy after I was killed in battle, and I watched over her closely from StarClan. It was a shame that I couldn't predict how unruly her clanmates had become when she too was killed as deputy. If I couldn't save my daughter, I could at least save her kit. I reached out to the nearest medicine cat, which happened to be TimeClan's, and was able to convince her to send out a patrol along the ShadowClan border. Without her clarity, I'm not sure Foxkit would've survived.