You are Bramblepaw’s (you decide, mentor or friend) and you’re grooming your pelt and you look up to see Bramblepaw giggling as Tawnypaw sat near him. You heard some other cats talking about them because they were “freaks” because Tigerclaw was their father. “You’re my best friend, Tawnypaw!” Bramblepaw smiled, “Because you’re special, an-and I’m special!” Tawnypaw turned her head, standing up on all paws and snapped at her brother, tearing rolling down her face “We’re not special!” She snapped, “Don’t you get it?” She hissed, her ears pinned to her head, “We’ll never be one of them.” You saw Bramblepaw glance over at the other apprentices/new warriors. “We’re freaks!” Tears were still rolling down both of the apprentices’ cheeks. “We’re not special, Bramblepaw!” She stared down at him “It’s just something our mother told us to make us feel better about ourselves.” Her voice was angry/depressed and wavering softly. “Because we came out WRONG.” She snapped, as she sobbed, Bramblepaw stared at her, speechless and crying