The brown-furred male was silent for a few moments when she asked why he had brought up the fire that happened so long ago and he knew now that there was no going back from telling her this story of his youth. “I was born and raised in Thunderclan by two loving parents along with younger, adorable siblings.” He began, not looking at her as he spoke, “I was the oldest and the strongest of my litter and my parents always loved how kind and positive I was towards others - I was their proud eldest son and they knew I had a bright future ahead of me, even though I was still much too young and that I hardly knew how the world worked.” He blinked down at his paws as he limped along through the path as the two of them kept heading on their way. “I don’t remember how old I was nor what had happened to cause such a thing, but I remember smoke, lots of it and painful little sparks.” The lean warrior quietly thought back as much as he could before continuing. His tail swished behind him and with each word, he feared that Needlescar would leave him because of his past. She deserved to know though, in his eyes.

“I remember my mother handing me my younger sister and telling me to follow her as my father and her lead us into the forest, in attempt the fire that was spreading quickly through the area. I can still imagine the blazing orange and red that covered the trees and grass around me with each step.” Pinewhisker shook his head and gave a small shake of his pelt, “Once we were far away from the camp, my father decided to go back and see if there was anyone that was still trapped and he wanted to save them. My mother, hesitant, agreed and guided me, with my younger sister hanging from my jaws, through the undergrowth.” He said, pausing once more before continuing, “Suddenly, a tree, caught up in flames, fell in front of us and my mother had to quickly find us a safer route as the flames were beginning to reach closer and closer to us. In a fit of desperation, she picked me up along with my sister and raced through the forest, finding a small incline of dirt.” Pinewhisker was beginning to tell this story without stopping now and he wondered if this was too much, “She climbed up the dirt, setting up down in the grass, when a tree branch fell between us, casting my mother back from where she originally was. She told me to take my sister far from here, away from the fire.” He glanced at Needlescar, “And I did, I ran and ran until I couldn’t any longer, until my paws ached and suddenly, I found myself slowly blacking out - I collapsed.” Another sigh came from him before the warrior spoke again.

“The next thing I know, I wake up in the Shadowclan’s Medicine Cat Den.” Pinewhisker murmured, “They patched me up, saved my life. My sister..” He grew silent for a few seconds, “Too much smoke in her tiny lungs, they told me and from that day on, I was raised here, nobody knew my birth clan, nobody knew who I was - I just gave my loyalty to this clan, knowing that my family was gone, I had nothing to go back to in Thunderclan.” Pinewhisker then stopped talking and limped ahead, assuming that Needlescar would be shocked and disgusted or something like that.