Hatred.
Hatred as Black as the night. Hatred is swirling all around me, consuming my every thought.
Hatred to my brother and sister, taunting and tormenting me for being the runt of the litter. Hatred for my mother, always adoring my wretched siblings.
Is their mask of innocence clear enough to see the wickedness that lies beneath?
They said that I am weak.
I will prove them wrong.
I will make everycat bow down to me.
Tiny. How I despise that name.
I am no longer Tiny.
I am Scourge, leader of BloodClan.
All shall serve me, or die.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic poem, so please do not flame.