Hatred. Raw, burning, hatred. People who felt this knew how hard it was to take it, without it rubbing off on them. It creates a pure longing for the shelter of darkness. For people who feel the hatred of family members, despite they're saying that they loved them. It felt like a betrayal. It makes people do things most people would find horrible. But its just people trying to find an escape.
She knew more then most that people who felt hatred just want to rebel and do want they wanted. All she wanted to do was go to parties with friends and leave her house to do as she wished. But she was fifteen and constantly felt the burning hatred of her parents and siblings. She just wanted to cry herself to sleep and never wake up.
She often cut her arms to keep herself from losing her mind. I know what your thinking, poor girl, she should listen to her parent's, what's she thinking, shes disgusting yadda yadda. I know. But hatred can warp a person.
Pride. It kills. It makes people do things they normally wouldn't. It makes them hard people to understand and know. It makes people stuck up, unbelievable. And most of all. Cold.
She knew that more then most people. She was a very proud girl, fourteen years old and already she was the least trusted member in her nieghborhood. All because she got into to many fights, ws to pridefull, and didn't take criticizm well.
She took hurtful words everyday from her enemies, friends and even her siblings. She just felt broken, but her pride wouldn't let her take anything, from anyone without returning the favor.
She sighed and turned from the magnificent view of the Colorado mountains. She walked back towards her house through the forest. She hurt. Mentally, she felt drained. Like coldness, hurt and rage was all that was left within her. She couldn't take much more. She wished her pride would release her.
So very much...
Twilight stood in the tree that hung over her camp. Her silver toed paws itched to run down and slaughter the cat she called leader.
The Black cat narrowed her eyes. She could do it to. She was Deputy, no cat would believe a deaf medicene cat. The cat she had looked up to and called Leader for so long had LIED. The old tabby that was slowly dieing in his den had lied to her all her life. She had always beieved she was Clan born, a loyal she-cat. A proud warrior of Thunderclan. But NO, she was the kit of a rogue. A rogue that still lived and whose son would be crueler than any cat in the twoleg place.
TwilightShade. Thaat was the black and silver toed she-cats warrior name. Her mother had named her Twilight. And her Leader TwoStar had taken pity on the starving rogue in the middle of Leaf-Fall, he took a kit that hadn't even opened it's eyes and brought it to another. The cat she had claimed was her mother for so long was SpottedWing. She was a beautiful white cat with grey spots dottin