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Mousefang
ThistleClan
Long-haired sunshine classic tabby molly with green eyes
Warrior
Female
63 moons
Appearance
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To say the prefix Mouse- does not fit Mousefang is a complete understatement. While her name may suggest she’s small and thin, she’s actually massive. Well, massive for a ThistleClanner. At 13”, she is larger than most cats in the the clan, towering over some of the smaller cats in the clan.
Not only is she tall, but she’s long and bulky as well. With broad shoulders, a stocky build, and massive paws, she looks like she wouldn’t be out of place in RedwoodClan, despite being ThistleClan through and through. This bulk has also made her heavier than most ThistleClan cats, making her one hell of brawler.
A long, thick pelt adds to her bulky frame, making her appear even larger than she actually is. Her fur isn’t very soft, as she doesn’t care too much about making sure she’s super clear. Mats are fairly common, and her fur is uneven in certain spots due to her having to chew these mats out. Oddly enough, her tail doesn’t get all that tangled, despite it being fatherly feathery.
Her pelt itself, while not entirely well kept, is extremely unique. It’s mix of blacks and golds, but she’s actually not a tortoiseshell. Instead, she’s a sunshine tabby. Specifically, she’s a classic sunshine tabby. If she took better care of it, she’d be absolutely stunning.
Her head, like the rest of her body, is rather large. With a big, blocky muzzle, long fangs that often poke out of her lips, and big ears with tufts of fur on top, she looks quite imposing. Her green eyes are often narrowed in annoyance, but they’re quite pretty when she’s not squinting
Like most ThistleClan cats, she’s got a variety of scars across her pelt. From little nicks in her ears, to small scars across her pelt that are covered by her fur, her history is written across her pelt. The biggest scar she has is a long, jagged scar that goes from the base of her chest to her belly, curving up towards her right side slightly and stopping right before her right hind legs. This is her most recent scar, gained during the raid on RedwoodClan for the Bear Stones.
To say the prefix Mouse- does not fit Mousefang is a complete understatement. While her name may suggest she’s small and thin, she’s actually massive. Well, massive for a ThistleClanner. At 13”, she is larger than most cats in the the clan, towering over some of the smaller cats in the clan.
Not only is she tall, but she’s long and bulky as well. With broad shoulders, a stocky build, and massive paws, she looks like she wouldn’t be out of place in RedwoodClan, despite being ThistleClan through and through. This bulk has also made her heavier than most ThistleClan cats, making her one hell of brawler.
A long, thick pelt adds to her bulky frame, making her appear even larger than she actually is. Her fur isn’t very soft, as she doesn’t care too much about making sure she’s super clear. Mats are fairly common, and her fur is uneven in certain spots due to her having to chew these mats out. Oddly enough, her tail doesn’t get all that tangled, despite it being fatherly feathery.
Her pelt itself, while not entirely well kept, is extremely unique. It’s mix of blacks and golds, but she’s actually not a tortoiseshell. Instead, she’s a sunshine tabby. Specifically, she’s a classic sunshine tabby. If she took better care of it, she’d be absolutely stunning.
Her head, like the rest of her body, is rather large. With a big, blocky muzzle, long fangs that often poke out of her lips, and big ears with tufts of fur on top, she looks quite imposing. Her green eyes are often narrowed in annoyance, but they’re quite pretty when she’s not squinting
Like most ThistleClan cats, she’s got a variety of scars across her pelt. From little nicks in her ears, to small scars across her pelt that are covered by her fur, her history is written across her pelt. The biggest scar she has is a long, jagged scar that goes from the base of her chest to her belly, curving up towards her right side slightly and stopping right before her right hind legs. This is her most recent scar, gained during the raid on RedwoodClan for the Bear Stones.
Personality
+ Intelligent- Despite her tendency to rush into battle, Mousefang is extremely smart. She’s got a knack for memorization specifically, which has served her well in battle training. She’s able to replicate fighting styles pretty well, and while it’s rare that she’ll break out a RedwoodClan or LichenClan move (because why would she ever want to do anything associated with the tree-walkers or fish-faces), she has seen them fight enough times that she knows how.
+ Flexible- Like all ThistleClanners, Mousefang is very flexible in most of her ways. She isn’t staunch of traditions or the code or really anything. Sure, she prefers certain things, like having her nest in camp and not being at the Bear Stones, but she doesn’t really care.
+ Loyal- While she definitely comes off as aloof, make no mistake, Mousefang will kill for those who manage to get past her gruff exterior, as well as the clan itself. ThistleClan is a clan she’s proud to be a part of, and with her former mentor as the new leader, she’s now even more determined to defend the clan.
+ Witty- While not a jokester, Mousefang is actually a rather witty cat. Especially when it comes to taunts. If someone taunts her, she’ll snap back with something witty without a second thought.
- Stubborn- While her stubbornness may at first seem in conflict with her flexibility, it really isn’t. See, her stubbornness really only comes out when she’s in battle. She refuses to give in no matter what, which is something that has, unfortunately, led to her getting injured before. She doesn’t know when to quit and telling her to quit just makes her fight harder.
- Mistrustful- Mousefang isn’t one to trust easy. She never has been. While she trusts her clanmates on a basic level to not attack her like an enemy and to have her back in a fight, she doesn’t trust them as friends and it takes a bit to convince her to trust you.
- Brutal- Mousefang is a brutal cat. Be it in her words or in fights, she pulls no punches and will insult you mother while trying to break your back. She refrains from killing, but breaking a limb or tearing out an eye? Yeah that’s fair game.
- Speaks her mind- Mousefang has absolutely no filter. She refuses to hold her tongue, and will speak her mind no matter what the consequence might be. She’ll insult you for literally any reason, and quite frankly does not care if it upsets you. If you have a problem, you need to duel her.
History
Like most cats, Mousefang’s story starts in the Nursery, surrounded by the scents of milk and her family. Born June 17, 2019 as the youngest of three mollies, she was one of the first kits to be delivered by Ratwhisker, as well as one of the first born under Thievingstar’s reign.
She was born to Snakeclaw and Wolftooth- two older, yet skilled warriors. Snakeclaw was a cunning molly, who was often compared to her namesake due to her tendency to move through the undergrowth as silently as a snake. Wolftooth was a large, brutish tom who had a tendency to bite onto his opponents and not let go.
Her birth itself was a bit of a nerve-wracking affair. Snakeclaw’s pregnancy had been hard on her, which caused Mousekit and her two older sisters, Stoatkit and Rabbitkit, to be born a few weeks prematurely. While they were all born small, Mousekit was the smallest, being the obvious runt. She was about two thirds of the size of her sisters, and Snakeclaw and Wolftooth were warned that there was a good chance Mousekit would not survive to see the sun rise the next day.
Snakeclaw and Wolftooth despite only having the kits in order to provide strong kits for the clan, were devastated. They vowed to love her the best they could in the small amount of time they had, naming her Mousekit after her size and cuddling with her the best they could, expecting to have to bury her cold body the next day.
Yet, when they woke up, Mousekit was still there, still alive. Her parents were thrilled, yet they figured it was a fluke. But then, she survived the second night. Then the third one. Before Snakeclaw and Wolfbite knew it, Mousekit had opened her eyes and was beginning to try to move around.
Her appetite became insatiable, and she began to sprout up like a weed, quickly surpassing her sisters in size. She started to play with Rabbitkit and Stoatkit more and more, much to the delight of the two. She wasn’t as strong as them, not at first, but that didn’t stop her from doing everything in her power to keep up with them.
And they didn’t mind accommodating her. Of course, it wasn’t long before she could keep up with them. By the time she was three moons old, she was their size, and by the time she was four moons old, she was starting to surpass them in size. Stoatkit was put out by this, but the three stayed fairly close. They were sisters after all.
When she and her sisters were about four moons old, Rabbitkit snuck out in the dead at night. The whole litter had heard stories of foxes in the territory, and seemingly, Rabbitkit wanted to go try to find them. As the most adventurous of the three, it made sense.
Wolftooth, who been out making dirt when Rabbitkit escaped, found her missing, and Mousekit and Stoatkit were woken up by Wolftooth’s worried yells and Snakeclaw shoving them at another queen before bolting. The rest of the clan was awoken by the commotion, and Mousekit remembers cats being ordered out to search by Foxshade.
Unfortunately, they did not get there in time, and hours later, Wolftooth, Snakeclaw, and a patrol trudged back into camp with Rabbitkit’s body in their jaws. The multiple wounds on her had been cleaned, and they had closed her eyes, but it didn’t shield Mousekit from the absolute horror of seeing the mauled body of her sister.
Stoatkit and Mousekit became very close after that. Their play subsided, replaced with something far more akin to training (even if they weren’t good at it). Their parents drifted away from each other. Mousekit didn’t learn until later that this was because Snakeclaw and Wolftooth had had a massive fight while out looking for Rabbitkit.
At six moons, Mousepaw was apprenticed to Firfoot who, at the time, was nothing more than a young warrior.
From the get go, Mousepaw respected the tom. He was stoic, rarely showing emotions or praising her, but he wasn’t harsh. He didn’t tear her down, not like she heard a few other mentors do. He taught her everything he could, and it wasn’t long until Mousepaw began to rise the ranks as an excellent fighter in part thanks to his teachings.
To this day, she regards her mentor highly. She credits her strength in battle and ability to sneak around to the tom’s teachings. She didn’t always get along with him, especially considering his high standards, but she learned a lot from the tom.
She continued to grow after being made an apprentice, towering over her denmates and even her mentor by the time she was eight moons. She started dueling them, and while she didn’t win all of them, it wasn’t long before she got to move her nest towards the center of the den.
At ten moons old, Mousepaw got her first scar. She got it from another apprentice in a duel for a better spot in the den. It wasn’t a big scar, just a slash on her cheek that has actually faded over the seasons, but she was beyond proud of it. The very next day, however, all hell broke loose. A rogue took one of her fellow apprentices hostage and took one of Thievingstar’s lives.
While not involved in that raid, Mousepaw remembers it well. The chaos, the smell of blood… it had reminded her of Rabbitkit’s vanishing and subsequent death. As one of the oldest apprentices in the den, she and Stoatpaw both sat in camp ready to defend it.
Thankfully, nothing happened. Cats were lost in the fight, but the fighting never came to the camp. A moon or so later, Firfoot was named deputy of ThistleClan. Mousepaw was ecstatic, bragging about how her mentor was now the deputy.
She earned her name, Mousefang, at twelve moons alongside Stoatpaw, who earned the name Stoatslash.
For the next few moons, life was fine. It wasn’t until later that season when the camp flooded that anything happened. She had been out of camp when it happened, as she had spent the night hunting. Stoatslash, however, was not.
She wasn’t killed, but Stoatslash was soaked to the bone, after having been forced to swim out of camp. Mousefang vividly remembers helping her sister walk to the Owl Tree alongside her parents. When she got there, she was horrified to learn of the demotion of Firfoot for what was, in her mind, stupid reasons.
From the get go, she hated Stagflight, only obeying him due to necessity. She found herself looking for her mentor often, but those trips to look for him were quickly stopped due to Stoatslash.
Having been soaked and chilled by the flood, Stoatslash quickly fell ill with greencough. Fearing for her sister, Mousefang hung around her as often as she could, getting her prey and doing her best to keep her healthy, as Ratwhisker slowly grew sick himself. Unfortunately, it was not enough and Stoatslash soon succumb to her sickness.
And so, the one who was supposed to die the night she was born, was left as the last kit from her litter.
Her sister’s death left Mousefang bitter. She withdrew from others, taking to sparring and dueling others to keep her sanity. She would still speak to others, but she became harsher. Brasher. She threw herself into being the best ThistleClan warrior she could. She’d make fun of the other clans, pick fights with the rogues that took over the territory, and grew more and more ruthless in her fighting tactics.
Moons went by without much happening in Mousefang’s life. It wasn’t until Thievingstar finally called an attack on the rogues that she anything happened. She was paired up with a tom a few moons older than her named Banejaw during the attack, and the pair fought side by side against the rogues. During this fight, she was knocked over by a rogue, who was ready to kill her, but the tom intervened, chasing him off.
That night, Mousefang celebrated with the rest of the clan over their win. Not only that, but she celebrated the return of Firfoot, absolutely ecstatic over the tom’s return.
She also found herself thanking Banejaw.
The next season was almost a blur. She and Banejaw grew closer and closer, and, eventually, the tom asked her to be his mate. She was surprised at his request, but was even more surprised at the fact that she found herself returning those feelings. She became mates with him, happily joining her nest with his.
A few moons later, she woke up to the screams that the camp was under attack. Like last time, she fought side by side with Banejaw, the pair tearing down rogue and LichenClanner’s alike. And then, the call rang out.
“THEY KILLED THEIVINGSTAR!”
Fighting broke apart soon after that, and she found the clan gathering around not only Thievingstar’s cooling body, but Snakeclaw’s as well. Horrified, Mousefang rushed to her mother’s body, but it was too late. She had been killed early on towards the beginning of the fighting, her body being tossed aside into the shadows of camp by a rogue, so no one saw her.
She snapped at Banejaw when he tried to comfort her, opting instead to go to Wolftooth for comfort. She trusted her mate, yes, but her father knew Snakeclaw- Banejaw didn’t.
When Firfoot was chosen to be deputy a little bit later, Mousefang couldn’t bring herself to cheer loudly. She was pleased that her mentor was being restored to his rightful place as deputy, and she did go and congratulate him later, but she was too caught up in her grief to cheer.
Banejaw tried to help, but he was just as abrasive as Mousefang, which lead to fights. This fighting continued for moons, until it eventually came to a head the day before ThistleClan attacked LichenClan. It had been over something stupid- the fact that it had been Mousefang’s turn to clean the nest and she didn’t, having been too focused on training.
They didn’t come to blows, but that night, in their den, the pair broke up, with Banejaw leaving to dig his own den as best he could in the cold weather.
The very next day, Mousefang was involved in the final fight against LichenClan. She and Wolftooth had been paired together, and they fought well, driving their opponents off.
The next season, despite the flood and the blizzard, was rather uneventful for Mousefang. She survived, growing closer to her father. It wasn’t until ThistleClan raided RedwoodClan for the Bear Stones that anything happened.
She had been chosen to fight, as had the much older Wolftooth. She had begged him to stay home, as he was days away from retiring, but he ignored her, instead promising he’d retire after this battle.
During the fight, the two were separated, and Mousefang was faced with Oaktalon. The two were evenly matched, with them both getting good hits it. But Mousefang made a mistake. She tripped over a fallen branch, and Oaktalon pounced. He wasted no time dealing a devastating blow to her stomach, a blow so deep that Mousefang was, for one of the first times in her life, terrified for her life.
The call for RedwoodClan’s retreat sounded mere moments later, and cheers rang out from ThistleClan cats. Mousefang, unfortunately, could not move. Blood was pouring out of her wound. Cats came to help her, and she was led back to camp alongside a few other heavily wounded cats.
And that’s when she spotted it. Her father’s corpse. He had fallen in battle, succumbing to his wounds due to his age. Moments after seeing him, Mousefang passed out.
She came to in the Medicine Cat den, cobwebs wrapped around her stomach. She was ordered to stay in the den, as her wound had nearly killed her, and was infected. She was forced to stay in the den as Firfoot became Firstar, although she did congratulate him. She was forced to stay in the den during the tournament, which she was furious about.
Now, she’s finally been released. She’s eager to jump back into training. She completely supports Firstar, and will follow her former mentor to the ends of the Earth.
She was born to Snakeclaw and Wolftooth- two older, yet skilled warriors. Snakeclaw was a cunning molly, who was often compared to her namesake due to her tendency to move through the undergrowth as silently as a snake. Wolftooth was a large, brutish tom who had a tendency to bite onto his opponents and not let go.
Her birth itself was a bit of a nerve-wracking affair. Snakeclaw’s pregnancy had been hard on her, which caused Mousekit and her two older sisters, Stoatkit and Rabbitkit, to be born a few weeks prematurely. While they were all born small, Mousekit was the smallest, being the obvious runt. She was about two thirds of the size of her sisters, and Snakeclaw and Wolftooth were warned that there was a good chance Mousekit would not survive to see the sun rise the next day.
Snakeclaw and Wolftooth despite only having the kits in order to provide strong kits for the clan, were devastated. They vowed to love her the best they could in the small amount of time they had, naming her Mousekit after her size and cuddling with her the best they could, expecting to have to bury her cold body the next day.
Yet, when they woke up, Mousekit was still there, still alive. Her parents were thrilled, yet they figured it was a fluke. But then, she survived the second night. Then the third one. Before Snakeclaw and Wolfbite knew it, Mousekit had opened her eyes and was beginning to try to move around.
Her appetite became insatiable, and she began to sprout up like a weed, quickly surpassing her sisters in size. She started to play with Rabbitkit and Stoatkit more and more, much to the delight of the two. She wasn’t as strong as them, not at first, but that didn’t stop her from doing everything in her power to keep up with them.
And they didn’t mind accommodating her. Of course, it wasn’t long before she could keep up with them. By the time she was three moons old, she was their size, and by the time she was four moons old, she was starting to surpass them in size. Stoatkit was put out by this, but the three stayed fairly close. They were sisters after all.
When she and her sisters were about four moons old, Rabbitkit snuck out in the dead at night. The whole litter had heard stories of foxes in the territory, and seemingly, Rabbitkit wanted to go try to find them. As the most adventurous of the three, it made sense.
Wolftooth, who been out making dirt when Rabbitkit escaped, found her missing, and Mousekit and Stoatkit were woken up by Wolftooth’s worried yells and Snakeclaw shoving them at another queen before bolting. The rest of the clan was awoken by the commotion, and Mousekit remembers cats being ordered out to search by Foxshade.
Unfortunately, they did not get there in time, and hours later, Wolftooth, Snakeclaw, and a patrol trudged back into camp with Rabbitkit’s body in their jaws. The multiple wounds on her had been cleaned, and they had closed her eyes, but it didn’t shield Mousekit from the absolute horror of seeing the mauled body of her sister.
Stoatkit and Mousekit became very close after that. Their play subsided, replaced with something far more akin to training (even if they weren’t good at it). Their parents drifted away from each other. Mousekit didn’t learn until later that this was because Snakeclaw and Wolftooth had had a massive fight while out looking for Rabbitkit.
At six moons, Mousepaw was apprenticed to Firfoot who, at the time, was nothing more than a young warrior.
From the get go, Mousepaw respected the tom. He was stoic, rarely showing emotions or praising her, but he wasn’t harsh. He didn’t tear her down, not like she heard a few other mentors do. He taught her everything he could, and it wasn’t long until Mousepaw began to rise the ranks as an excellent fighter in part thanks to his teachings.
To this day, she regards her mentor highly. She credits her strength in battle and ability to sneak around to the tom’s teachings. She didn’t always get along with him, especially considering his high standards, but she learned a lot from the tom.
She continued to grow after being made an apprentice, towering over her denmates and even her mentor by the time she was eight moons. She started dueling them, and while she didn’t win all of them, it wasn’t long before she got to move her nest towards the center of the den.
At ten moons old, Mousepaw got her first scar. She got it from another apprentice in a duel for a better spot in the den. It wasn’t a big scar, just a slash on her cheek that has actually faded over the seasons, but she was beyond proud of it. The very next day, however, all hell broke loose. A rogue took one of her fellow apprentices hostage and took one of Thievingstar’s lives.
While not involved in that raid, Mousepaw remembers it well. The chaos, the smell of blood… it had reminded her of Rabbitkit’s vanishing and subsequent death. As one of the oldest apprentices in the den, she and Stoatpaw both sat in camp ready to defend it.
Thankfully, nothing happened. Cats were lost in the fight, but the fighting never came to the camp. A moon or so later, Firfoot was named deputy of ThistleClan. Mousepaw was ecstatic, bragging about how her mentor was now the deputy.
She earned her name, Mousefang, at twelve moons alongside Stoatpaw, who earned the name Stoatslash.
For the next few moons, life was fine. It wasn’t until later that season when the camp flooded that anything happened. She had been out of camp when it happened, as she had spent the night hunting. Stoatslash, however, was not.
She wasn’t killed, but Stoatslash was soaked to the bone, after having been forced to swim out of camp. Mousefang vividly remembers helping her sister walk to the Owl Tree alongside her parents. When she got there, she was horrified to learn of the demotion of Firfoot for what was, in her mind, stupid reasons.
From the get go, she hated Stagflight, only obeying him due to necessity. She found herself looking for her mentor often, but those trips to look for him were quickly stopped due to Stoatslash.
Having been soaked and chilled by the flood, Stoatslash quickly fell ill with greencough. Fearing for her sister, Mousefang hung around her as often as she could, getting her prey and doing her best to keep her healthy, as Ratwhisker slowly grew sick himself. Unfortunately, it was not enough and Stoatslash soon succumb to her sickness.
And so, the one who was supposed to die the night she was born, was left as the last kit from her litter.
Her sister’s death left Mousefang bitter. She withdrew from others, taking to sparring and dueling others to keep her sanity. She would still speak to others, but she became harsher. Brasher. She threw herself into being the best ThistleClan warrior she could. She’d make fun of the other clans, pick fights with the rogues that took over the territory, and grew more and more ruthless in her fighting tactics.
Moons went by without much happening in Mousefang’s life. It wasn’t until Thievingstar finally called an attack on the rogues that she anything happened. She was paired up with a tom a few moons older than her named Banejaw during the attack, and the pair fought side by side against the rogues. During this fight, she was knocked over by a rogue, who was ready to kill her, but the tom intervened, chasing him off.
That night, Mousefang celebrated with the rest of the clan over their win. Not only that, but she celebrated the return of Firfoot, absolutely ecstatic over the tom’s return.
She also found herself thanking Banejaw.
The next season was almost a blur. She and Banejaw grew closer and closer, and, eventually, the tom asked her to be his mate. She was surprised at his request, but was even more surprised at the fact that she found herself returning those feelings. She became mates with him, happily joining her nest with his.
A few moons later, she woke up to the screams that the camp was under attack. Like last time, she fought side by side with Banejaw, the pair tearing down rogue and LichenClanner’s alike. And then, the call rang out.
“THEY KILLED THEIVINGSTAR!”
Fighting broke apart soon after that, and she found the clan gathering around not only Thievingstar’s cooling body, but Snakeclaw’s as well. Horrified, Mousefang rushed to her mother’s body, but it was too late. She had been killed early on towards the beginning of the fighting, her body being tossed aside into the shadows of camp by a rogue, so no one saw her.
She snapped at Banejaw when he tried to comfort her, opting instead to go to Wolftooth for comfort. She trusted her mate, yes, but her father knew Snakeclaw- Banejaw didn’t.
When Firfoot was chosen to be deputy a little bit later, Mousefang couldn’t bring herself to cheer loudly. She was pleased that her mentor was being restored to his rightful place as deputy, and she did go and congratulate him later, but she was too caught up in her grief to cheer.
Banejaw tried to help, but he was just as abrasive as Mousefang, which lead to fights. This fighting continued for moons, until it eventually came to a head the day before ThistleClan attacked LichenClan. It had been over something stupid- the fact that it had been Mousefang’s turn to clean the nest and she didn’t, having been too focused on training.
They didn’t come to blows, but that night, in their den, the pair broke up, with Banejaw leaving to dig his own den as best he could in the cold weather.
The very next day, Mousefang was involved in the final fight against LichenClan. She and Wolftooth had been paired together, and they fought well, driving their opponents off.
The next season, despite the flood and the blizzard, was rather uneventful for Mousefang. She survived, growing closer to her father. It wasn’t until ThistleClan raided RedwoodClan for the Bear Stones that anything happened.
She had been chosen to fight, as had the much older Wolftooth. She had begged him to stay home, as he was days away from retiring, but he ignored her, instead promising he’d retire after this battle.
During the fight, the two were separated, and Mousefang was faced with Oaktalon. The two were evenly matched, with them both getting good hits it. But Mousefang made a mistake. She tripped over a fallen branch, and Oaktalon pounced. He wasted no time dealing a devastating blow to her stomach, a blow so deep that Mousefang was, for one of the first times in her life, terrified for her life.
The call for RedwoodClan’s retreat sounded mere moments later, and cheers rang out from ThistleClan cats. Mousefang, unfortunately, could not move. Blood was pouring out of her wound. Cats came to help her, and she was led back to camp alongside a few other heavily wounded cats.
And that’s when she spotted it. Her father’s corpse. He had fallen in battle, succumbing to his wounds due to his age. Moments after seeing him, Mousefang passed out.
She came to in the Medicine Cat den, cobwebs wrapped around her stomach. She was ordered to stay in the den, as her wound had nearly killed her, and was infected. She was forced to stay in the den as Firfoot became Firstar, although she did congratulate him. She was forced to stay in the den during the tournament, which she was furious about.
Now, she’s finally been released. She’s eager to jump back into training. She completely supports Firstar, and will follow her former mentor to the ends of the Earth.
