PROLOGUE: HIS EYES BURNED
It was a tedious afternoon; as of late, all days had been long and silent.
Until it happened.
It had been a perfectly normal afternoon, tedious, long, silent, and simply boring.
But then, suddenly, a fire broke out. The flames licked at the trees, burning and scorching all the bark and branches it touched; the heat was enough to make someone pass out. From one angle, the fire could look almost like a demon, trying to terrorize the cats that had tried to live in peace for so long. As if the demon was bored by all the peace, now trying to ruin it all.
And perhaps there was a demon; a demon in cat's shape, with glowing eyes and a damaged pelt, fur falling off in clumps, surrounded by the fire. It lacked fear, lacked fright in its eyes. It was apathetic, emotionless, horribly cold inside the heat. But still, despite the cold demeanor, you could see a deep burning in his eyes, almost at ease, like it had done what it had needed to do – a true demon. It could frighten a full-grown cat, such as the leader of SirenClan, Fallenstar; who was perhaps one of the most brave, powerful, courageous cats there was in this forest.
And perhaps you wonder, why would someone do such a thing? Why wouldn't one do such a thing, I ask? Because surely you've heard the saying a kit will be a kit; unless you are not one of the four clans. Which I would have to kill you for; SirenClan cats may be whimsical, airy daydreamers, but nonetheless we are vicious when provoked.
With the saying 'kits will be kits', why couldn't a demon be a demon?
After all, I know the burden, and I know how to fight it.
But it's hard, alone, and difficult; it is full of sorrow and pain.
And perhaps love.
Who am I, you ask? And what do I mean?
You sound like a kit. Innocent, pure. Undirtied by demonic wants and needs and evil. Still sweet.
These are mere pawprints left by this story, long over; but I will tell you, young one.
My name is Songpaw, of SirenClan, and this is my story.