~The story of BLOODPAW~

This is the story of Bloodpaw. Evil, bloodthirsty, somehow painless, grey cat. He has ravaged villages and clans, and even with all his cuts, gashes, and scars he still stands. Born weak and sickly his parents assumed best to abandon him completely. They left him in the woods one day in the harsh cold winter undetected. Until some scavanging cats looking for food came along to hear the whimpers of him. They snickered and kicked him around until a red light came towards them. That light did something to the scavangers that scared them away, and something to the small defensless cat. He slowly got up and chased the other cats. They ran fast, but somehow he was faster. He swiped at them when close enough, and got his first taste of blood. Usually his clan would hate the thought of blood and fighting, but forced it upon him by leaving the small cat behind. He got all the cats on the ground, scraped them up, and left. Nearby was a river, frozen on the top. He gently slided across and then looked down at the ice. Staring back at him was a bigger cat, a blood-stained one. He realized it wasn't a dream, and was real. His body was bigger, and stronger. He went on to survive in the woods, feasting on squirrels and other small animals. And one day. He heard other cats. He hid in a tree hollow above the path and looked down cautiously. There was about 10 cats, all wrapped in furs of other animals. He saw the two at the front had similar fur as he did. His had a slight red tone on his paws and mouth, but that wasn't the actual fur. He realized that their tails were alike, and he kept seeing more and more similarities until it struck him, that these were his parents. They looked like leaders, and hunters. But they had no sense of what was happening until he hit the ground. The cats put down their stuff and made an attack formation. He didn't need strategy or knowledge to beat them, for he had power. After them, he began stealing, and fighting, until he earned the name... Bloodpaw.