Warning: There are some words in this chapter that might be a bit unpleasant to tiny human ears.

Chapter 32: Frights and Lights

"Darkpaw!"

I've had a good life. I think that if I should die now, I'll be good. I don't need to anything else. I'll be perfectly happy with my death.

"Darkpaw! You little fiend!"

Don't get me wrong, I never meant to do this. It was all an accident. Just...be sure to tell everyone in ShadowClan where I've gone. I wouldn't want them to worry. Tell them...I'll be sure to watch over them when they're sad or feeling like nothing will ever go right in their poor miserable little lives.

Damn. I sound like I'm cowering in fear. Oh well, I guess fear is just a part of life.

""I'm going to rip you apart into tiny little pieces and then I'm going to shove your ears down your throat so you can hear yourself scream!"

I slowed and faced the monster who was chasing me through the forest, "Now, Terror, I don't think that would work." I backed away at her terrifying face. I never knew someone could be this angry. I guess that's why they call her Terror, "If you rip me apart, I won't have a throat for you to...you know. Shove my ears into. Plus, I don't think my ears would work if they weren't attached to my head."

That... That just made her angrier. This was true fear. Holy god it was absolutely frightful.

"You son of a fucking bitch." She growled.

"Whoa there, tiger." I placed a paw on my chest in fake hurt, "I don't think that was called for. You should watch your language, you never know who's listening. There could be kits around."

So you might be wondering what got me into this little situation with cusses and the one and only Terror. Well...it's a bit cloudy in my memory. It was a little, you know, spur of the moment. I simply said something, don't remember what, that apparently struck a nerve of the usually sweet Terror. And no she was chasing me around the forest with a big frown on her face and words that would frighten every mother. Now usually I wouldn't be bothered by it, but lately a certain ginger and black furred kit as been following me around like a lost puppy. I swear he whines like a lost puppy too.

"Well, Darkpaw, I don't really care about kits right now." Her eyes flared with more anger than I could possibly imagine, "You just think you're so amazing, don't you. Well, I'm here to break that little belief of yours. You're just a sarcastic little freak who can't put one paw in front of the other without mindlessly insulting someone! How do you even live with yourself? I can't even think of how many cats you've hurt just because you couldn't control your stupid little fucking mouth!"

Okay. I can deal with someone being angry at me. I can deal with someone saying that I'm not that good at controlling what I say around other cats. But you do not say that I'm a freak. You do not say that I can't live with myself. I've already had a hard enough time with life as it is!

I turned on the little she-devil, "You think I don't know what it feels like to be hurt like you are?" I countered, "You think I don't know how it feels to have everyone stare at you like you're some kind of monster? Well guess what Terror! I killed my entire family because I was a stupid little freak! I killed my mother when I was a kit! I can barely deal with the pressure! I know that one day someone that I'm actually friends with will die because I have a freaking temper. I'm a sarcastic little bitch because I have to be. I'm like this because I have to be!"

Then I broke. Everything just...broke. I've never...I've never broken before. I felt so...angry and confused and sad at the same time. All that time I spent building up walls, for nothing. Broken, only to never be rebuilt. Why was this happening? I've never felt so lost before. I've always known what to do. I've always figured out what the right thing to do was. There was always this little voice in my head. But it's gone now. It's gone and I'm completely lost.

I ran again that day. A whole two moons without running. ShadowClan...I guess they helped me learn to stand and fight.

"Darkpaw?" Different voice this time. Squeaky. Only one cat who talks to me has that squeaky of a voice.

"Stormkit?" I looked over my shoulder to see the tiny furball sitting there, tail comfortably laid over his paws. His wide green eyes were full of confusion, "What are you doing here? Wasn't Fogstep guarding them camp?"

"He let me through." Stormkit replied.

"What?" That tom was probably the most irresponsible bastard I've ever seen. N-not that I actually cared for the little furball or anything. If he got killed it's his fault.

Stormkit walked over to me, "I heard you."

My eyes widened, and I looked away. I may not care about him, but I didn't want him to know about my...problems yet.

Stormkit was silent for a few moments, "I think I understand." He finally mewed, "Why everyone seems to hate you. Its not just because you're some rogue who joined the Clan. It's because you...kill."

"I never wanted you to find out this way. And you," I growled, "Shouldn't be out here in the first place. So let's head back."

Stormkit sighed, then stood up and followed me back to the camp. All the way there, I could only think of how Stormkit hadn't just freaked out. For two moons old, he's very smart. Kinda like me. Hopefully he doesn't turn out like me. Now that I'm thinking about it...I'm the only cat in the entire Clan who he clings to. He doesn't go to the elders for stories, he goes to me. He doesn't stay in the camp like a normal two moon old kit would do(I've been told they only do that when they're close to being apprentices). He always comes to me. He finds me. And he acts like he's a grown warrior.

When we get back to camp, everyone looks at us. Turns out, when me and one of the kits is gone they think I've gone to kill them. And I thought I was doing a wonderful service! Oh well, Stormkit's happy. That should cure the paranoid cats of ShadowClan for a while.

"What were you thinking, Stormkit?!" Lilypool screeched, "Going off with...him!" She looked at me with absolute disgust, "Do you know how much your mother was worried about you?"

Stormkit scoffed, "It's only you who was worrying you she-devil." I smirked.

Lilypool glared at me, "Look what you've done, you mouse-brain! You've rubbed off on him." She practically crumpled to the floor, "Now we'll have two killers in this Clan. Two! And I thought one sarcastic maniac was bad enough."

"Look, Lilypool, you've gotta lighten up sweetheart." I crouched down to her face on the floor and place a paw on her shoulder, "All you need to do, is pay attention. Fogstep, the complete mouse-brain he is, decided to just let Stormkit out of the camp. You're the one being ignorant. And it's not my fault that he likes me. I can't help it. I'm good with kits." She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was going to torture Fogstep with the sound of her horrible voice. I looked back to Stormkit, "Now, let's go find the biggest frog we can from the fresh kill pile, yeah?"

Stormkit jumped up and raced over to it, yowling in delight, "I'll find it first!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we've discovered a hidden talent of Darkpaw's! Who knew kits would love him, am I right? Terror does not belong to me, she belongs to Broken Is In Love With Scourge.

Moon