The Sprouting of a Bluebell

I was beautiful. A blessing from StarClan. A new addition to the proud ranks of WindClan, the Clan of the moor. We are smaller then, not as well known, nestled near a stand of four trees and a mysterious stone that reflected light from the moon.

As for all, my time as a kit passed quickly. I can only grasp at wisps of memories, which is a good thing, because I know it was not pleasant. My family was cursed with bad luck from the shadows of the Dark Forest. Bad luck has too befallen me, but I am still alive.

And so began the story of the bluebell.