"Arrogance is my middle name, dollface."

f o r m e r n a m e  || Eye-glass.

n a m e || Hollowpaw.

f u t u r e n a m e || Hollowstare.

a g e || Ten and a Half moons.

m e n t o r || Bramblethorn.

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How do you not know my name? Hm...you must be one of those newer additions to the clan. Fine. I'll humor you.

Hollowpaw. That's it. Oh, no, don't bother. I don't care about yours.

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt; but for the sake of your eyes remaining in your head, I pray do not be stupid enough to think me anything other than a tomcat.

What does my bloody name tell you about my rank? Come on, think long and hard. You can do it. ...No? I figured as much. It is imbeciles like you that make me ashamed to be an apprentice.

The same clan you are, rodent. ThunderClan. By the gods, what kind of plants have you been eating to induce such stupidity? You best be seeing Moonshade post haste. Not that I particularly care about your health. From your range of questioning it appears there's little hope for you, anyway.

Ugh, do not even try to compare your appearance to mine. My pelt is glorious, not one is alike it. It's like a star filled night that fog covers. It looks like it's frosted cold, and hard to see into. It flows when I walk, and hides the well-earned, coiled muscles beneath--at least until I am brought into battle. You best be gone if that should happen. Heh, now look at your pelt, ruddy and unkempt. Hah! I don't see a single scar on you either. I see you've protected your clan well, rat.

My friends? I am appalled that you would ask such a thing. I do not have friends. There are very few I will ever socialize with. 'Friendship is magic'? Keep that up, and I'll make your eyes disappear. Poof. Tada. Do you really want to play that game with me? I do love games.

Don't you dare talk to me about being 'cruel'. I am not mean, I am honest. If you want sugarcoated words I'm sure you can find a plump little queen to talk to. Or your mother--if she's even still alive. Oh, she isn't? What a pity. There's nobody here to make you feel good about yourself, now.

You say I went too far? I say 'far' is the only place worth going. It would be in your best interest to learn that before you try and speak with me. Yes, I do hate most of ThunderClan. Why? Hmm. You expect there to be a reason, I see. How dense of you. There isn't.

One does not need a reason to hate, when all they've ever been is hated.

I am going to pretend you never made a reference to my having no mate.

This entire conversation has been a waste of my time. I suggest you get out of my sight, mongrel.

And never find yourself in it again.

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"He will stand at the edge of the mountain,

This little white soldier of mine.

With the wind at his back and the storm at his front,

This little white soldier of mine.

When the thorns come a'tearing and toils come heavy,

When dark reason is tolled without rhyme,

I will proudly admit,

That this world is unfit,

To cradle this soldier...

This war-battered soldier,

This little white soldier of mine."