Ivypaw sat by the stream, her tail tip streaming in the water. She felt lonely, and she could remember every part of her accident. How she had a twisted paw since birth. Everyone thought of it like a flaw, a mistake that shouldn't have happened. Everyone but... "Hey, Ivypaw." The brown and white she-cat looked up as the smoky gray tom approached. His single white paw stood out, but not as much as her twisted left paw. "What are you doing out here, Snakepaw?" Ivypaw snorted, "My mentor thinks I can't hunt." The brown and white she-cat stared into his amber eyes, "Thanks, Snakepaw." She whispered.