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.
