Sitting, I look, horror drawing lines across my features. I squeeze shut my eyes for a time, but it only upsets the worryied lines, cracking open scabs from the recent battle. My fur, so soft, has become ragged with no cleaning. Blood has caked it into a mass of itchy and horrendlessley red knots. The pale golden color is no longer seen, but the rings of red around my ragged pupils have grown ever wider. I cannot die, and it is my curse. I circle this forest, ever a bedtime story to the clans. "Never betray your clan, kits, or you will join the devil who circles us." "Beware the forest, for it will destroy you withought your clan." Ino the night, I walk. I did not mean to betray them. My body has fled. "No" I gasp. "Who has taken my very skin away from me?" I was the soul of Tigerstar. Who took away my body? Why am I seeking, forever, this vengance?