T E M P T A T I O N

by PandoraTreasure

Few are truly born evil and I was no exception. I was once an innocent kit who held high aspirations to make my beloved family proud. I was too ambitious for my own good (I knew that from early on) and that was my downfall. Everything got a bit . . . out of hand and I found myself fighting, almost to death, everyday just to survive. That's when everything started to . . . spiral.

1. PROLOGUE

TEMPTATION

PROLOGUE

"Isolation offered its own form of companionship."

Jhumpa Lahiri.

I stared down at the lapping puddle of transparent water. This had been my supporting source of isolation for the past few moons, allowing me to see my nebulous reflection. I had once attempted to form the pieces of my life into a solid picture, but my attempts had failed and I soon stopped.

Instead, I choose to ponder. I often think back to the blissful days in which I did not desire to find myself and my purpose. Days when I was loyally devoted to the closest thing I can call my family.

Would my beloved father be proud of what I have become? Would my dearest mother be able to live with the things that I have done?

I doubted it. Not even my own siblings could deal with what I have done in my lifetime. I was not remorseful, nor was I filled with anguish. I am not going to apologise for merely surviving. I am regretful, though.

I had once dreamed that I could redo everything I had done. To make everything better for everyone. Then, perhaps, I could be accepted back. Not just by my clan, but by my friends and siblings. Those dreams soon faded into specks of hope and soon diminished into bittersweet memories.

I would have done it all over again, though. That's why I can never be forgiven. By both myself and my friends.

And that is why I am in segregation from everyone I know. Except myself, of course. I can never get rid of who I am. No matter how hard I attempt to crush my true self with caring facades.

I turned my gaze to the young cat to my right. Eyes bright and full of curiosity; no doubt they had heard of the elderly, soon-to-be dead feline who stalked the shadows and was self-exiled into isolation.

"You want to hear my story?" I echoed, almost bitterly surprised. No one truly cared about my story and I did not care to tell them. I do not like to be judged by people who do not know why I did certain things. People who had not walked in my paws.

But what is this young cat going to do?

A small head rapidly nods in exhilaration and anticipation at my question.

I am going to die, anyway. Perhaps this young cat can learn from my mistakes. Maybe I can do some good in the world. One less evil being would be success enough for me.

"Very well," I began. "I shall tell you my story . . ."

A/N: Hey, there. I realise that this prologue is short and may be a tad rushed (I always did have trouble with that). I appreciate comments and constructive criticism. I'm always eager to improve. I also do not own Warriors. The characters depicted in this story are my own, however. See everyone next time!