Prologue
Deep in Twolegplace, a kittypet stirred. His heart was set on something so terrible, he could only be compared to Scourge, leader of BloodClan. If only he could manage it, if only he had the resources, if only…if only. He had a feeling deep inside him, and it blurred his thoughts. He attacked cats for no good reason, and was feared by everyone-even the warriors of the Clans.
I padded through Twolegplace, in a futile search for food. My tiny legs and nursery-soft fur were no match for the harsh, unforgiving leaf-bare wind. I had been warned of this place too many times.
ThunderClan had recently broken apart because of Twolegs (Again, except this time, StarClan couldn't help us. We were destined to be rogues.)
As I trotted through unfamiliar territory, an odd aura stirred something in my belly. Unpleasant.
I cautiously continued, only pausing to sniff the air. In that split second, right as I caught a whiff of kittypet, it was too late. Claws were already slicing down my flank, teeth were making clean gashes through my throat, and blood was burbling out of my mouth, until….
