You're a cat from a clan no cat knew existed. Today, you went- alone -to a gathering. A ShadowClan "apprentice" (it's actually a kit, Brokenstar's appointed kits not even six moons into apprenticeship) listening to you as you tell it how you got the huge bite mark on the side of your face and the HUGE scars.

Firepaw: "Graypaw.. who's that?" The ginger tom flicked the tip of his tail toward you.

Graypaw: "Dunno.. should we try talk to him?"

Ravenpaw: "h-he's scary.." The black apprentice squeaked.

The apprentices were sat a few fox-lengths away from you.