Owlkit forced himself into a quiet alcove in the forest, growling, his unsheathed claws digging into the ground. He looked as angry as ever, slamming one paw into the ground. "Stupid Shadowclan!" he whispered quietly so none of his clanmates would be heard. His eyes were tiny slits. He growled, uncomfortable; a sickness seemed to spread, and he wasn’t infected, so he wouldn’t care. He never cared. "Dumb mouse dungs..! All OF THEM!" he spat onto the ground, trying to let his tantrum out. He just wanted to burn. His eyes weren’t slits anymore; maybe he could hunt, take some time off of the fools who didn’t know how to keep a clan proper. Then he muttered, "And that.. Starclan.. THEY HAVE NOTHING ON ME!" He meowed, almost teasing the stars. "One day I’ll be powerful.. more powerful than the entire forest.." he meowed. He still sounded like a kit, but his voice edged more to evil. Since he was by himself, he only acted mischievous, but really he was just evil and soulless, a cat who tried to hide it behind mischief, pretending his evil had good intentions. He smelled mice; he would catch it. His anger losing itself, instead of crouching, he rushed towards the mouse, flinging his legs in the air, readying his forelegs for an uppercut into the mouse with his unsheathed claws, feeling his eyes burn. No one was able to stop him now it was dead, he killed it.
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Owlkit | Shadowclan | Tom
Wisteriakit | Thunderclan | She-cat
Dusk | T1 Rogue | She-cat
