Swiftpaw lied on the soft mossy bedding, scars criss-crossing across his body and head, and there were bite marks here and there down his back. One of his ears was virtually invisible, meaning he would be unable to ever hear out that ear again.

His mother, Goldenflower, was licking his black-and-white fur gently, her kits in the nursery with another queen. There was a cat beside Swiftpaw, Brightpaw.

Brightpaw's face was horrendously scarred, and not even StarClan could heal it. There was a cat by the orange-splotched young feline, a white she-cat, Frostfur, whom was watching her kit with an afraid, worried look. A dark gray she-cat, Cinderpelt, sat in the darkness not too far away, watching the young cats with the exact same look, fear.

The two injured cats had been.. 'sleeping', as you could call it, for almost half a moon, and the deputy and leader were about ready to give a farewell warrior name ceremony.

A ginger tom, almost like a patch of flame, walked into the dark den, eyeing the 'sleeping' cats sadly. "I...I can get Bluestar for the ceremony.." He mewed softly to Cinderpelt, his usual bright green eyes dim with sadness and grief. The gray she-cat stood up, her crimpled back leg held tightly to her body as she nodded. "Go get her, Fireheart."

The tom left to get the leader as Cinderpelt limped over to the unmoving forms, burying her nose gently into each cat's fur in turn.

Fireheart brought a blue-gray she-cat into the den a few minutes later. The usually calm and collected leader looked frail, weak, and tired. She dipped her head in respect to the grieving queens and flicked her tail, signaling for them to move. They obeyed, pain clouding there mourning gazes.

Bluestar walked towards Brightpaw first, and saw her scarred face. A renewal of anger suddenly flowed over her as she began to violently shake. "You...you didn't listen! Your name...your name will be Lostface! For a face that could never be healed out of your own stupidity!" Her flanks heaved as she turned to the black and white unmoving form. "And you will be Lostear! For your one deaf ear because you were foolish!"

Fireheart, Goldenflower, Cinderpelt and Frostfur were in the corner, shaken by Bluestar's sudden outburst. "B-Bluestar....you..you can't really mean that..?" Fireheart spoke up, taking a shaky step towards her. Bluestar whipped around and snarled indignantly. "I can and I will! These cats will always be known for their stupidity and it's their fault for losing their once-keen senses!" Bluestar growled ferociously as she stalked out of the medicine den.

She was met by a small group consisting of Whitestorm, Longtail and Brindleface, who had fearful, stricken looks on their faces. Bluestar just hissed at them and went to her den. She knew what she had done was wrong, but she was confused, tired, and had no idea what she was doing anymore.

She had snapped.

Swiftpaw had heard the whole thing. He had been awoken by Goldenflower's calmly stroking tongue being removed from his fur. He had heard every harsh word with his good ear, and he wished he hadn't.

He finally pried his eyes open a day later, groaning. His mother ran to him. "Swiftpaw!" She mewed in sheer happiness and excitement. Cinderpelt gave the  queen a type of strict, sad combined look. Goldenflower closed her eyes, moving away from the newly named 'warrior'.

"I...I mean....Lostear..."