Changed

Scourge's Thoughts

I wasn't evil.

Then I changed.

And I cannot change back.

I never planned to be evil.

It just… happened.

I could blame my littermates, who tortured and neglected me, and saw me as inferior.

I could blame that forest cat, who nearly killed me as a kit.

I could even blame the street cats, who encouraged me to kill.

But it would be useless.

It is my fault. It has always been my fault. I could deny it all I wanted, but it wouldn't change a thing.

I am evil, and it's my own fault.

But can I change?

I wish I could.

I'd go back and relive my life.

I'd stand up to my littermates, and show them I wasn't so weak.

I'd stay out of the woods to avoid that awful scum apprentice.

I'd show the street cats that you don't need to kill to be great.

But I can't.

It's far too late.

My heart has grown cold. Every fiber of my being is like a blood-stained icicle.

Sharp and cold, and covered in the blood of others.

I will never be changed.

It's my fault.

I wasn't evil.

Then I changed.

And I cannot change back.