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Synopsis= Before NightClan, the mysterious Karsi belonged to a group of loner-like cats who called themselves the Free. Being free was something to be proud of, not leashed or controlled by violence; and so, in their name, they paid homage to their privilege. Although it did not quite work like a Clan, it was similar to one, except more aligned to compassion, community and such values they deemed the most important - although they were vicious fighters when they needed to be to defend themselves. Karsi was born and raised to be a leader, the heir to her father's position - with a jealous younger sister Kommissarin, snarky younger sister Katrine - and two younger brothers, Pieter and Kasper, who were deemed to be less strong than their sisters.

It all seemed to work out great for Karsi, until several events pushed her into a leadership role at a young age. Everything seemed to go haywire for her from that point on. This story is the one of her life with the Free, her life as a leader, the journey and NightClan.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. 1= Newly Wildling

You know we've had it good, we've had it bad, so no hard feelings...

With a crack, the stick that Birgitte held within her jaws splintered, spreading shrapnel across the room while the sandy she-cat earnestly trying to help lodged another one between the healer's teeth. After the first stick had been totally obliterated, Birgitte and Tormund's first kid deigned to make an appearance at last. Birgitte's firstborn, the heir to Tormund's position, was a dark-pelted she-cat quite similar to Tormund's own appearance - Karsi, as they had decided to name her. Following quickly after her came two sandy she-cats - Kommissarin, and Katrine - followed by two dark-pelted toms Pieter and Kasper.

"They're beautiful," Tormund purred, settling next to his mate where it would be warmest - she automatically pushed him aside, because apparently said spot was reserved for the kits.

WIP.