Talk:The Stream/@comment-24740423-20140720015515/@comment-24740423-20140720031922

Unsure of how to reply, Clawface bent down and took another bite out of the fish. He swallowed and carefully meowed, "No one's ever said that about me. They just say I'm reckless and murderous. And, they say I'm so sadistic that I only watched and laughed as a cat was torn apart by dogs."

Then he blinked. "Sorry for that image. But it isn't true. Okay? Just..." He sighed. "It's just... how I lived shaped my personality. Everyone calls me brave, but some just say I'm... sadistic, reckless. I started out as a kit. Tawnykit.

"I had sneaked out of camp. Y'know, for adventures. A badger found me and gave me this scar on my face. Then, as an apprentice named Clawpaw, I was fighting a rogue and he clawed my eyes. Then I was deemed Clawface. An honorable name?" he sneered, then growled, "I find it sadistic. My foster mother demanded my kit name changed to Clawkit. She's the sadist, not me."

He sighed and got to his paws. "I'm sorry. I've bored you with a long story. I'll just..."