Auroramist was more conflicted than she ever was before. While she always worried about fitting in with her clan, she knew warrior training felt right... for the most part. There was constant tension with her mentor, but she had friends her own age that she felt comfortable enough with. They kept her on track until it came time for her warrior ceremony.

It would have been surreal to gain her name, but she was distracted ever since that snowy day she spied on Rowanmask. Her mentor was acting strange, which was odd enough, but what was more shocking was seeing her mother at the border, Riowanmask confronting her.

She desperately wanted to run to her, but instinct told her to stay hidden. And she was glad she did.

There was too much she learned that made her question everything. Her own mentor tried to kill her mother and not every clan followed the warrior code--especially the ones that should. Auroramist knew she'd been watched heavily, but some of the most important members of the clan didn't even abide by the rules. If they didn't, what did that mean about her?

Did she even want to be a warrior anymore?

Lost. She was utterly so. Auroramist paced a short distance outside of camp, like she'd been doing for the last few days on end.