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Shade stood in the dead of night, his deep copper eyes, seeming more like crimson, glowing in the moonlight. At his side was a dead tree, hollowed out and thin branched. His claws were out-- As it is rare that they are ever in. His gaze scanned the area, alert for anyone or anything around him. He smirked. No cat dared to cross his path; Not after the death of Dark. Dark, the tom that killed his mother and tried to convince him that it was himself. But no, Shade wasn't one to be easily fooled. He saw right through Dark's trick, killing him that night. Not without a struggle, however. He had been young, very young, when the incident occurred, easily overpowered by an adult cat. But just as Dark was about to kill him, he struck back. His tail lashed as he recalled the death scream on the tom as his claws pierced his throat. The first kill he had ever made... He blinked as a tear came from his eye. What was this? He wasn't sad.. Was he? He looked down at his claws, which were covered in blood. His eyes widened, and he stumbled back, a gasp escaping the tom. He looked again, but the blood was gone. It was just his imagination. No... He thought. It wasn't. There used to be blood all over his claws. But he always washed them off, like washing the memories of the screams and cries of him enemies.