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Nalah...Kill them...Kill them, Nalah...Kill them all...

The quiet cave was disturbed by the harsh whispers of a she-cat as she paced in the darkness.

"No," she murmured. Her yellow eyes were wide with fear. "No...No...Get out of my head...Out of my head...Out...Leave Them alone..."

You sold them, you wicked she-cat. You promised their souls to me in trade for your own life. So kill them. Allow their sweet, virgin blood to soak your paws. Fell their flesh rip with the force of your strength. Hear their cry's, and ignore them. Kill them, your innocent kits. Kill them, and give me their souls so I may violate them in every immoral way, so I may torture their spiritual bodies on every possible scenario, and so I may forge their mutilated minds to my own desire...

Nalah froze. She looked over into the corner of the cave at the mewling pile of kittens that were there. She knew she couldn't kill them. But she couldn't not kill them either.

"I can't!" she sobbed. "I can't! Oh, I can't...You monster! You're nothing but a dark spirit! How could you force me into this?"

I am the leader of the Dark Forest. It's what I do. I seduce the weak into what they really want. For a price, of course. You were dying, wounded by the claws of your own mate, who betrayed you. You wanted revenge. You had to live though, to get it. So you gave me your kits, the dirty spawn of that tom's body.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Nalah began to scream. She couldn't take the pressure. The voices in her head were driving her insane.

You will kill them Nalah, even if I must make you.

Nalah screeched as a dark spirit possessed her body. Her black fur rippled with the transformation and her yellow eyes shaded blood red. She no longer had control of her own body.

Slowly, Nalah's paws brought her towards her five kits. They squealed helplessly as she score a set of claws across their backs. Then she picked one up-a grey tom-and bit down onto his head, crushing his skull with ease. Then she pressed her paws on another kit's spine, crushing it and hearing it die in agony. She continued to do the same thing with the others, soon being surrounded by blood and fur.

And then she was in control again.

Nalah, the real Nalah, looked around. Her kits were nothing more than clumps of bloodied flesh and severed limbs. Blood had soaked her fur and stained the cold stone beneath her feet. It was a horrific sight.

"No..." She whispered, her body going limp. "How could you...How could you...?"

Oh but I didn't, my darling. YOU did. Hahaha...

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Wow! I don't even know where that came from! :/ I was in a bad mood because some stuff was going on and then "poof" I wanted to kill something. I calmed down toward the end, as you can see there's less detail, but still...Wow...

Okay, so, basically, this she-cat-Nalah-is happily mated to a handsome tom who later mates with another she-cat and betrays her. Nalah is pregnant, which causes more problems, so the tom tries to kill her. Nalah is dying, but her heart is so filled with hate and anguish and need for revenge that a Dark Forest cat makes a deal with her-She becomes a spy for them and is allowed to live, as long as she gives the Dark Forest leader her kits. She agrees, but later regrets it, and then this ending happens.

Really crazy. I don't even know. But if someone would like to write a story about this, or use these characters, then go ahead-just ask me first. I'll be sure to check out any stories you people make. :P

Chow for now,

IttyBittyBirdie