I woke up in my den, stretching and yawning. It was dawn outside, so I had woken up at a time in which Bramblestar hopefully wouldn't be mad at me for. Then again, it seemed like he never got mad at me all that often. I'd act like he's StarClan's gift or something like that, believing that he's always right and doing whatever I'm told. Of course, this is a lie. I hate him to the bone. I want him dead... But I still do what he tells me. It's my only choice. I've been told to do awful things before, to claw out the eyes of cats that I was once friends with, or kill cats that I never got to know. The times before this have been long lost. No longer will I be liked by cats, no longer may I speak to them in a civilized manner. I can no longer feel remorse. All I am now is a servent to Bramblestar and everything he says-no, servant isn't a strong enough word, I'm a slave to him. And I am a slave than makes other cats my slaves, torturing them because that's what I am to do. That's all I can do.

But while I may have a dreadful, hell of a life, I'm not looking for pity. If you dare feel bad for me, I'll cut out your eyes and stick them inside your heart with my sharp claws, so keep quiet and let me follow my master's orders. So, anyhow, today is no different than any other day. I'm supposed to go over to him and see what he wants me to do today. By now, I'm not sure if I even feel bad when I do things I'm not supposed to do. I don't care any more. I've gotten used to it, and now all I am is a heartless, brainwashed, merciless slave. Nothing more than that. So, I walk over to Bramblestar and Squirrelflight's den, which isn't too far away from my own den. Bramblestar is sitting up, looking down at me. "Lilypetal," he began loudly, "I have a special task for you today."

I didn't reply, just nodded my head and waited for him to continue on, he might find it rude if I were to speak without permission, and if that were to happen, well, I wouldn't want to know what my fate was to be, all though it would most likely be a slow, painful death.
"Your sister, Seedstrike... She's annoying. I want her dead by sunset, and if this task is not completed, well, you know what I'll do..." Bramblestar ordered me, and I was pretty sure what he was talking about by what he would do. It would be the same thing, a slow and painful death. Maybe he'd slowly rip into my cheeks until the white on my face was stained pink, then moving down slowly to my stomach, ripping through my skin agonizingly slowly, and other things I just don't want to imagine happening to me. I had to kill my sister, though. My sister. I remember when we were both kittens, happy as can be, in the bright and cheerful nursery, playfighting with each other. I removed the image from my head. That time was long gone. My sister... She's dead to me. She despises my existence. She probably wants me dead! The thought angered me, but I didn't show any signs of anger and instead just nodded at Bramblestar and left quietly.

I was going to kill my sister. And I was going to kill her today.

I need to forget everything else. She doesn't love me anymore...
She hates me.
So I will do it now, get it over with. I don't want to think twice. This is what I need to do.
I need her dead.