Her foster mother's words rang in her ears like yesterday. 

Another thing you will begin to learn is that you'll never be worth anything more than the burden of a sin that this clan must carry. That means if WinterClan is low on prey you won't be considered, you'll need to learn to steal prey, forage for plants, or eat the dirt to live.

It was maybe the one useful piece of advice that Dottymask gave her demon child. She always had to pick up the scraps as a kitten, and eat the meat of raw bone. It was barely existence at all. Being an apprentice made it far worse. She no longer had the few cats who pitied the starving kitten. She was on her own. Her paws carried her through the melted snow down towards SpringClan territory. The lake hadn't frozen over yet, and the ground was still soft enough to dig through while still being cold enough to preserve prey. She walked along the shoreline until she came to a rather large evergreen tree. The silver-grey tabby dug at its roots and pulled up a rabbit. As she pulled it out the glare of several gemstones blinded her, and she hissed. She had stolen them from the camp, and had not figured out how to use them quite yet. But it was a work in progress.

She sighed and took a bite out of the rabbit. Still fresh. And it still had meat on its bones. The flavors distracted the she-cat from the sounds and warnings of someone else approaching until a growl sounded from behind her...