Red felt a bit heartbroken, she had always been interested with Clans. She had been planning to join one when she was old enough, or even try creating her own. Right now she was three moons, while her sisters were five. Red knew that what Talon had said was true, and that she could never even try befriending a kit in the Clans. Her mother was tough, and went by the name Mischief. Her mother was jet black and broad, and her size was incredible. Each of her paws were almost the size of Red, so she had always tried avoiding being stepped on. Reds mother had told her that her father had died when she had been born, which made Red sad because she would always have wanted to meet him for herself.