Loving someone isn't because they're beautiful…
They're beautiful because you love them.
What did I care that Brightheart's face was scarred? It was her spirit that I loved, not what she looked like. Why did it matter that she couldn't see out of one eye? She could be blind for all I cared.
I knew what others thought. A lot of them had grown used to her mauled face, but newcomers, like Daisy, flinched away from her. I'd even heard her and her kits calling Brightheart 'that ugly cat'.
Brightheart was not ugly.
She was beautiful to me. And I loved her.
Others couldn't see the kind, amazing cat in her. Others couldn't be bothered enough to care.
I could.
I cared.