I gently emerged into the apprentices' den, clutching a sparrow in my jaw. My eyes glanced around the den, floating over the apprentices who were whispering in large groups, huddled together in excitement. I sighed, realizing that I never would have someone to sit and eat with. I was nothing but a loner in my Clan. And so I would remain. My teeth tightened around the sparrow as I worked my way to the back of the den, where I promptly sat down and began to tear into the meat. A few minutes into my meal I was interrupted by a loud, booming voice. "Yeah," I shyly nodded. "I know you are fat."