In the middle of a scorching hot day, a litter of three was born. While the first two kits were relatively big, showing their large frames beneath swaths of black and red, the last kit was much smaller. That kit was named Toadkit, with the other two named Lizardkit and Snakekit respectively. Her parents, like her grandparents and great grandparents before them, taught the kits about the values of the original clans. While Lizardkit and Snakekit represented all Toadkit's mother and father could've wanted, Toadkit was a different story. Her brother and sister loved to play fight right outside the nursery, tackling and trying out new moves. Toadkit would often hear them talk about how amazing apprentices must have it, being able to train with mentors and hunting the prey around the jungle.

    The small kit wasn't interested in any of that. Instead, she liked to collect. She collected little stones she found around camp, feathers from birds that flew overhead, and oddly shaped sticks she found. Her parents found this hobby of hers ridiculous, but she found it to be a way to pass the time. She would spend her mornings organizing and reorganizing what little she had, and spent afternoons looking for more. Often times, parts of her collection went missing, yet she persisted and filled them back up. Her array of items wasn't very plentiful, but as a small kit it sure looked like a lot. As the days grew closer to her apprenticeship, she dreaded what her siblings seemed to love about being an apprentice. Duties, following orders, fighting... all of which weren't interesting to her. However, she was ecstatic about the freedom that came along with it. No more long nights in the nursery, no more arranging and rearranging items to pass the time, and no mother to look after her all of the time. It seemed pretty nice when not focusing on training, so she ended up showing the same amount of enthusiasm as her siblings when the time came.