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Prologue
❝The Sins of One, The Fury of Many.❞
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We all do things that we didn't mean to do, or don't deserve to be punished for...

Right?

Well, I made a mistake. A mistake that could get me banished or maybe even executed in front of my family. So you have to understand why I did what I did.

It was a cool leaf-fall night, the faded colour of the dead leaves gave the forest a certain ghostly yet fluroescent hue. The moon upon my brown fur turning it silver as I raced through the foliage... a race against time. I had to get back to my own clan before sunrise after all, since it was unfamiliar territory that I travelled.

Hungry owls hooted in the distance while my own pawsteps thuded repeatedly on the cool and crisp earth. Yet the sounds around me were nonexistent as the waves of my mind beckoned me into their depths. The gut-wrenching squeals, the lifeless bodies and the bloodied nests.

She had never even gotten to see them. Not even once.

How cruel was that? To do that to anyone was unexceptable, she didn't deserve to be stripped from this world so coldly. As if it didn't even want her to exist. My eyes were dark now, dark with hatred and the intense hunger for revenge. My stomach felt as if it was starved for days and growled for the slightest touch of food.

I would soon relinquish that food to its lonely jaws. I saw it up ahead, a cave entrance. There was strangely no guard for whatever reason. Perhaps they did not expect me to know where they hid? I shrugged it off, having no complaints. That would just make it easier to get to the nursery. Where I knew he would be sleeping.

I stepped through the hanging lichen, his sleek ivory pelt holding my gaze with certainty. The gentle fall and rise of his pelt alongside his precious mate was enough to make my claws crawl out of their sheathes. My lip curl into a snarl. Before I knew it I was standing over him in the darkness, paw raised and begging to strike.

And before I knew it, it was bathed in crimson.

I stepped back, eyes wide and swirling with building emotions. They were an ocean - no - a cyclone of fear and regret. It clawed at my fur and burned in my eyes. Coming together in the form of tears.

"Dad?"

I froze, unable to process the damage that I've done. The seeds of hatred that I've planted. It was the same seed within myself that had finally blossomed and slithered it's way into another host like the parasite that it was. I looked down and there it was, the child born of my hatred.

"D-ad! P-please wake up!" The little one sobbed. Soft ebony fur like his mother's growing damp with grief. The other cats in the nursery began to stir. "W-who in StarClan are you?!"

I placed my paws firmly over his mouth and nose, frantically looking around at the other sleeping forms. I just couldn't be caught, not after what I had just done. The terror in my eyes glinted in the dim moonlight that had managed to seep its way into the nursery. The young kit clawed and kicked at my paw, but I refused to budge.

And soon the kit grew still.

In the end. The kit who was born of my hatred had also died of my hatred.