I always thought of Lostface as a different personality altogether. Like a broken, insane cat that was torn and damaged by what happened; her faith in StarClan was shattered and she hated her Clan. She hated Cloudtail for killing Swiftpaw and she thinks of him as an overfed kittypet. Please read and review. Rated K+ for angst, darkness and insanity; you have been warned.

Glace

Rejected; unloved; unwanted. StarClan watched me fall without remorse, let the dogs tear of half of my face, resulting in that terrible, terrible gash which replaces my eye. I remember that eye; a bright blue iris with green rings around the pupil which always was bubbling with laughter and contentment. Now I am only a figment of what I was; one bright and now as lost as a fish swimming upstream.

No, a fish is at home in the water. ThunderClan, once my home is now a place of strangeness; I am like a rabbit trying to climb up a tree – I am helpless. I am frozen like the ice on the river. I am a monster.

He tries to deny it; that kittypet apprentice who presses against me, his irises a perfect sky blue. His sickeningly soft, fluffy fur is perfect while mine is mangled and unkempt. Why should his fur be perfect and fluffy when he hasn't done anything but eat and hunt then eat some more. Why does my fur have to be mangled and torn when I fought bravely with my lips drawn in a snarl and my claws in a graceful pose to fight? I feel the urge to rip out all his fluffy fur and slash his face; marking him with my wounds – showing him his place. StarClan is truly mousebrained; why should dead cats have power over the living. Mouse-brains, all of you former clanmates!

That so-called perfect kittypet is always there when I wake, restless and my eyes round from my nightmares. He has no right to be next to me – a worthy warrior who actually uses tooth and claw to defend her Clan rather than eating rabbit droppings. Why does he have to be here instead of him? Why was this fat white-furred tom here instead of my beloved? Where was he? I can't recall but there's a slight tugging at my memory…

"Brightpaw – you're okay," he murmurs. Brightpaw, I laugh, loudly, insanely. The kittypet does not even flinch as he stares at me sadly. "I am not Brightpaw!" I spat, unsheathing my claws. "Brightpaw is only a figment of the past; a star which died out, a cat who died the claws of StarClan!" I continue to laugh insanely, my claws scraping the moss underneath me.

It is true. I am lost, frozen, a broken one who defended her Clan but was punished for it. Brightpaw is just another nightmare; a memory which is too painful to relieve. I am no longer Brightpaw, but Lostface – a cat who is as lost as I am.