It's been five moons since we left the Clan, and my life is now the opposite of what it was before.

Samantha brought me back to her owners, who took me in as one of their own without a second thought. They took to me to a strange place where some twolegs fixed my wounds and scars as best as they could. It took a while to get adjusted to my newly repaired body, but before long I was hopping and dancing around like a kit chasing a butterfly.

I now have the name Tommy, which was given to me by the twolegs. Samantha says she would have named me Charlie instead, and she could still technically call me that since the twolegs wouldn't know. But she stuck with the twolegs' name so that she wouldn't confuse me.

Samantha is always by my side, sticking to me like honey whenever we leave the twoleg den. Though we never go far if the scent of Clan cats is fresh in the air, she is always ready to protect me in case anything should happen.

It didn't take long for the bond between us to grow, and I eventually told her how I felt during one of our walks through the twolegplace. Her reaction was absolutely priceless; the vibrant smile on her face, the excitement in her eyes, and the pure joy in her voice... I can still remember it like it happened a heartbeat ago.

I knew from that reaction that I had finally repaid Samantha for saving me from the camp. We had both given each other the proper life that we wanted, and we would both ensure that nothing would ever come between us and sever that connection.

But our lives were about to get even better, because a few days ago, our beautiful daughter

Grace was born. She is the spitting image of her mother, with the same elegant gray coat and beautiful green eyes. The twolegs, by pure chance, gave her the name Grace as well, which according to Samantha is a sign that the kit will live a long and healthy life.

And as for my curse, well... Nothing has changed. The dark power still sleeps within me, beckoning me to unleash it. But I have no reason to do that, now that I am here with everything I ever wanted in life.

Even after I die and return to the Dark Forest, I will not use the power to destroy the Clan. That was never my intention, and I will keep it that way forever. Instead, I will let the Clan prosper and grow the way it does now, and when my former Clanmates see that I never had any ill will towards the Clan, they will know how wrong they were to treat me in the way they did. And that, in my opinion, is a better revenge than throwing the Clan into chaos.

But that time, of course, is very distant from now.

At this moment, all that really matters is that I have a life fitting for a cat. I have an amazing mate that loves me, a wonderful daughter that looks up to me, and kindhearted twolegs that take care of all of us.

After all this time... I finally have happiness.

And happiness is something that no cat should go without... no matter how evil they appear to be.