Hello my dearies~ I thought about how this stroy could go somewhere (be more than one chapter) because of that sickly ending, so this will offically be the second chapter of A blossom of darkened intentions! I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors, and, Enjoy~

Him.

I didn't know who him was, but I had a acttraction to him, as though we already know eachother very well. I think I'd probably met him in the dark forest one time or another, but I couldn't tell who, for that sleek voice that rang in my ears wasn't one I've heard in my intire life time. To be honest though, I didn't care. He just told me to do something something I crave so very much, I can literally taste the blood of the victim who would be at my paws. The thought of it all exillerated me.

Yes

Yes.

The lute-voice hum-whispered in my ear ever so slowly in a alluring tone, I was probabaly- no, I was grinning like a mad man, I was slowly gaining a hunger for her demise, I was craving her blood and her body struggling under my strong grasp. These wild fantasies were making me go blind from the estatic thoughts, inwhich were replaying over, and over, and over. It was driving me insane.

Is my little pet hungry?

There there, When the moon hits high, then you shall strike, and in seconds, the delight of feeding your hunger will be fufilled at that time.

Moonhigh, that was gonna be a fun challange, Infact, every clan cat knows the moonhigh is hunting time. Maybe this was why I loved him ever so much, he liked giving me a hard time, in a sweet way.

By now, however, It was nearly sunrise, the dawn patrol will be here soon, perfect. I could hardly hold back a manicial smirk, they could be warm-up for me, a test kill, just for the fun of it maybe. Besides, I was a little rusty on fighting and killing another cat and such, these claws haden't made contact with cat flesh in ages, it was as if they were craving it too. But damn, it was gonna be a party. Practice with not only battle, but strategy for handling multiple beings, ones that can fight back and have an equal adavantage with, at that. I could taste the blood already, it made me sport a sly smirk for a mear second. I was going to get the feel of triumpt rushing throughout me once again, and it was going to feel estatic.

It was like the perfect plan, death, blood, plesure. My master was pure genius infact, I may not know him, but I was awed by him, this was going to be simply beautiful, for whoever, whatever he was, I admired what he asked me ever so kindly to do. I could've declined even, but I didn't give a second thought compared to the thought of me taking away the life of that bitter cat and more. For slowly the clans would fall, all of them, one. By. One. All because of one reason, the poisoned blood that runs in my veins and her own.

Millie was now on my growing hitlist, she was going to be the first victim. And there was going to be blood. They were gonna pay, all of them. There would be so much pleasuring pain. So much longing, wanting, betrayal, and helplessness as I destroyed them, all of them. My tortoiseshell coat bristled with adrenaline. Maybe my name would scar even the mysterious depths of Starclan itself, I could be legend. And this was going to be so much fun altogether, I was going to create chaos itself. BUt it was all their fault, they did this to me, so they were gonna pay.

No one exiles me without punishment.