You are walking away from camp, and you see a orange and white she-cat sitting in front of a puddle from a previous rainstorm. Lostface. You padded over to her. You stopped a tail-length away, worried that she would get scared because of her blind side. “Lostface.” You started, Starclan you hated that name. The cruel Bluestar had given Brightpaw the name “Lostface” because of her “ruined face”. You cursed Bluestar under your breath, then turned your attention back to Lostface. “I’m a monster!” She yowled, leaning her head back in a cry of dismay. You walked forward, and sat near her. “You’re no monster, Lostface.” You mumbled, reassuring her. “Easy for you to say.” Lostface mewed, her voice barley above a whisper