It's not easy, speaking for an entire Outerworld society. Being the only Outerworld representative in a circle of of Innerworld rogues and Clan cats is incredibly intimidating, although you wouldn't know that just by looking at me. You'd see the scars on my shoulders and think, This is a strong, brave warrior. You'd be wrong. So. Very. Wrong. I'm not a hero. I'm not even a warrior. Heck, some Clan cats even consider me a kittypet. I've seen the way they look at me. It's like my very presence is a plague to their perfection. Oh, and they gave me the scars. Well. I think that's me.