A/N: This was actually a writing assignment for my English class last year, but since it uses the characters from the Warrior Cats RP I'm in, I'm uploading it as a fanfic~

A white cat stalked into a moonlight clearing. The falling rays of light lit up her fur, clearly defining the grey tabby spots on it. Her amber eyes gleamed, and as she looked up to the starry sky she thought back upon her life. She had a home now, living free with cats in the forest, but she could easily remember the earliest days in her life, when she had fought for her very living.

Even now, in this new world that she lived in, everyone thought that they knew about her. Oh how wrong they were. She felt a smirk come to her otherwise stoic face, and shook her head in a bemused fashion.

"Fools, the lot of them," She muttered. "They're all fools. They need to pay for this."

She looked away from the sky, towards the shadows, and a mad gleam danced on her amber iris.

"They don't know about my past. How are they supposed to know? I never told them," She said, calmer than before.

She swung her head around again, glaring at the sky. "They shouldn't have to know!" She yowled, her anger and pain getting to her. Tears began to make their way out, and she hissed as she blinked them away. "They shouldn't have to know, to pay for this! They should accept punishment as it comes, and die with honor in their hearts!"

The cat looked to the shadows again. "There is no reason to kill the innocent, or the ignorant," She said, voice calm again. "My brother, Simon, knew that. He knew the real way of the world."

Without a second thought, the cat was glaring at the stars again. "Simon is dead!" She yowled, furious as ever as she remembered the pain of her past. "He didn't know the true way of the world, so he died! I, too, died on that day, with my brother, and now I have no meaning in life! Why do I even exist?"

She looked to the shadows, but this time remained silent. She raised her muzzle to the sky.

"But there is a reason for my existence," She said, her voice as if she had suddenly stumbled across some great idea. "My reason for living, is to experience pain, and give that pain to everyone else in the world! Soon enough, everyone will feel my pain! There is no such thing as innocence or ignorance! Never, not even for a single moment, will anyone feel happiness anymore! For every heartbeat that everyone has, they will feel the pain that lives in my heart! For years upon years, everyone will feel as I feel, hate as I hate, burn as I burn. Then, no-one will even remember what it is like to live without pain! And they will thank me!" Tears came to the she-cat's eyes again as she said this. "I will be great, hailed for my genius! For I brought pain to them, and they became stronger! No-one will be weak anymore!"

She suddenly dropped her head, and her shoulders drooped. The cat stared at the ground, swaying side to side like a storm-tossed ocean as she did so.

"Please, someone, take away my memories of that place," She pleaded, voice different than it was before. It was, frankly, more normal. "I don't want to remember the Society anymore."

The cat bit her lip, silence overtaking the forest as she concluded her plead. She waited, ears alert for any sound, then sighed in a defeated fashion. What was she thinking, anyway? That she'd suddenly forget her entire past? There was no way that that'd ever happen, she already knew that. Again she sighed, angry at herself for letting her feelings get out. This war had raged on inside of her mind, ever since she left the Society. Part of her wanted to make everyone pay, for not feeling like she felt, and another part of her was calm and cool, not letting her get ahead of herself. Before now, that war had been contained, limited to the she-cat's mind. She'd never let it escape like this before. It was a state of confusion and misguided thoughts, and she hated it.

The she-cat flicked an ear, and turned, about to leave the clearing. She had the war under control for now, so she had no reason to be here anymore. However, before she could take another pawstep, the she-cat was consumed by memory, and she gasped as she relived her life, from the very beginning.