Fire consumed the young tom—enveloping over his entire pelt from nose to tail. He stood out against all the other warriors as a disgrace to Thunderclan. Not a single one of them seemed to admire his beauty. Rather did they see him as an immigrant: a newcomer unworthy of their attention.
Being how he used to wallow in the presence of twolegs, nobody could see him as a natural-born warrior. They said he was just another soft mouth to feed.
Maybe these warriors were right; maybe all beautiful cats were truly devils on the inside. Maybe all beautiful cats were just lazy mouths to be fed by a higher authority. Or maybe all these warriors were wrong about the fiery apprentice.
Maybe the so-called kittypet could make something of himself—become greater than any warrior before him. Maybe one day they would refer to him as Firestar: the great leader of Thunderclan!