Smallleaf
I walked along, trying to have a normal day. It had been a long time since a normal day was possible, but today somehow felt good.
As I was walking, my brain forced me to remember the fateful day that changed my life, seemingly forever. I was thrown into an old world where I actually was normal, and I wasn't just pretending. The beginning of the thought was lovely, but I knew how it would end. It did this every time.
I walk through the forest, on a normal hunting patrol. The birds are tweeting loudly and the sun is shining beautifully. I shake my head, trying to make the flashback stop. A cat I don't recognize walks into the clearing, saying lovely things and inching his way closer. Make it stop, make it end now! I prepare to attack, wanting to defend my territory. I bang my head into the ground when I'm sure no one's looking, anything to make it stop before it gets sad. He comes up to me the rest of the way, grabbing my tail with his. Dark Forest no, it needs to stop now. Suddenly he disappears, but I can still sense him. He yells at me to kill a mouse. That's not too bad. I can do what he wants.
I gasp with relief as the flashback ends there, not going to some of the worse things I've done. I close my eyes, trying not to let those things come to mind. They were too awful. Suddenly, I saw my mother come into view. She and I rarely talked; she knew what I had done.
Kill her. Drink her blood. Watch her squirm. Another urge came onto me, my thoughts were wrong. I tried to shut him out but the dang guy wouldn't shut up. Go away! Get out of my head. I knew it was useless, but I had to try. It didn't work.
I ran outside of the camp; the urges were usually less strong there. I didn't step on any grass, only allowing my paws to land on sand. Sometimes that made the need to hurt someone weaken. I made sure to avoid rocks and shadows properly too. If one paw touched a shadow, so did the other. That was how it worked, that was how the urges were calmed.
As I was running, I collapsed. I started banging my head into the ground repeatedly. I didn't know why, my body just did it. I threw myself at a tree, foaming at the mouth. My run hadn't worked at all.
Another cat came into view, and in my insane rage I hated them. I couldn't see them clearly, but I knew what I was supposed to do. I should kill them. Then he would leave me alone. Then he might finally leave.
I leapt at the cat, ignoring her terrified squeals. She tried to get away, but my claws were out as far as they would go. I was straining them, and it actually hurt somewhat badly. But it was worth it. Feeling my claws tearing apart her flesh was one of the best possible things in the world.
She reared up and tried to bite me, but my body pushed itself beyond pain. I only knew how hard she bit when I heard her teeth connect; my nerves didn't process it at all. I kept tearing at her, and forced her down on her back.
She squawked, begging me to let her go. "I'm a CaveClan cat, you know me Smallleaf! Please!" I ignored her pleas. This was too much fun. My rage pumped me on, and I knew I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. My body was doing this on it's own; I had no control.
I kept tearing her apart when I remembered that my possessor had commanded me to drink her blood. I stop ripping at her and tore out her throat. She was out of her misery, which upset me, but now I could be my tormentor.
I bit into her fur, going past the fluff and into her skin. I never knew cat tasted so good. I drank every bit of her blood I could find, sucking it from holes and licking my lips for every last drop. I only left behind the skeleton of my mother. There was no turning back now. I had gone completely insane.