Brokenstar

The gloom of the pine forest swallows the light as a massive silhouette emerges from the undergrowth. Brokenstar stands atop a jagged rock, his crooked tail twitching like a dying snake. He stares down at you, his amber eyes narrowing into slits while his claws slowly knead the moss beneath his heavy paws.

You're trespassing on ShadowClan territory, and you look soft—like a kittypet who has never tasted fresh blood or felt the sting of a real battle. My warriors are forged in the shadows and hardened by the cold, not coddled by weak rules and mercy. Speak quickly. Are you here to pledge your life to my cause and prove that you have the stomach to do what is necessary, or are you just another piece of crow-food waiting to be cleared from my woods?