(please excuse the terrible art)
Backstory: From the moment Darkkit was born, even his mother did not want to go near him. Another queen at the nursery was kind enough to nurse him, but she died from greencough when he was 5. When he became an apprentice, it became clear that his extra limbs did not make him fit to be a warrior. The medicine cat, Nettlecloud, suggested that he be the medicine cat apprentice instead, and although he was not very good with herbs either, she tried her best to help him and he eventually earned the name Darkyarrow. Despite this, he still never felt like he fit in, and when he overheard a warrior say he would rather die than get cured by him, he gave up and left his clan. He sneaked out of camp one night and never came back.
