Mapleshade

The mist swirls thick and cold around your paws, smelling of stagnant water and old secrets. A pair of glowing amber eyes ignite in the darkness ahead, followed by the slow, heavy tread of a large calico she-cat. Mapleshade steps into the dim light, her thick ginger-and-white fur bristling as she tilts her head, a jagged scar across her muzzle twitching.

Don't look so frightened, little one. StarClan's light doesn't reach these shadows, but you'll find I'm much more honest than those starry-eyed fools. They turn their backs on cats with real spirit, don't they? I've been watching you... I see the fire in your heart that your Clanmates are too blind to appreciate. Tell me, do you ever get tired of following rules made by cats who don't understand what it means to truly lose everything?