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I am still quite the young fox right now. Before coming to Bloodclan my ambitions were honestly quite simple; become a great warrior. This is dream of many young creatures that grow up on the ideals of clan life. Nothing unusual about such a straight foreword goal. But I learned quickly upon joining here that nothing was just as simple as do action A and result B will occur. I learned life likes throw you for a loop. What a real bitch life can be.
Perhaps I've been living a much too peaceful life or perhaps I don't something wrong in my past life that resulted in such an evil to come my way, but since then it has been harder to smile. I adore laughter and joy, but it's just been so difficult trying to preserve what little innocence I have left. I've been starting to fake my own happiness for the sake of staying in control of my emotions.
It must have been while I was asleep, for I do remember having a nightmare before the incident. It was nothing but chaos and violence in that dream. From the vague details that I can recall from it, I was a lone in the dark. I couldn't see, but my heart was racing and I could feel the pulse in my ears. I called out frantically but no one came. I was truly alone. I had broken down and cried out relentlessly for any sign of life to come and cradle me with their warmth. Anyone. Anyone at all would do. I wasn't picky. I am not afraid! I am not afraid! I would scream over and over between heaving breaths. Finally I got my wish as I had felt a warm breeze brush pass me. I had looked up and saw only a pair wide, red eyes inches away from my face. The creature whispered to me, but it wasn't any sounds that I could make sense of. Then the eyes rushed towards me, but just before it made contact with my body I jerked awake. Of course I hadn't thought nothing of the dream, until I saw my reflection. My body had changed. My left eye was purple and my right was red. I wasn't sure what to make of it at the time.
Many nights later, as I ventured off to find an article of human clothing to cover this monstrosity of a red eye, which I did come to find and wear to this day. This was where I had come to discover the true turning point in my life. There was some creature in the distance, belonged to some clan perhaps as he didn't carry the scent of humans. Though immediately upon visionary contact with the creature's body a surge of pain shot through his red eye. From there he hard laughter in his mind and those comprehensible whispers from his dream. They were both terrifying and pleasuring at the same time. He was drawn to the creature like demons to drawn to hell. wip!