res w/ batfang
cat name: Littlefang
gender: female
age: 146 moons
Let nobody see
I fear losing who I was,
withering away.
He wants to be king,
respected, loved, honored by other cats.
He acts as though
pretty lies will reflect those wishes.
He thinks
because of his pure pelt
that he is destined
for greatness.
I know better.
They came to me
in the deadness of my slumber.
They came to me,
told me Their wishes,
Their expectations,
Their reality.
They said that is something he lacks:
a sense of reality. They say he’s delusional;
that a white pelt means nothing to Them.
They said he is not fit to be the Shadowmaster;
that there is one destined for that greatness.
That one is not him.
I dread the day
I must tell him this news;
that delusional tom will lose
everything he’s fought so hard for.
Everything he’s sacrificed
to become
our Shadowmaster
will have been in vain.
They told me not to even tell him;
that I should slay him
where he lies,
rip the greatness from his throat.
They will not take him;
he is no child of Theirs.
I can’t do that.
I just can’t bring myself
to tear his satisfaction from him;
not because I fear him.
He is sweet, kind - he would not hurt me.
I can’t bring myself to kill the Shadowmaster.
Even if it would grant me power,
I can’t do it.
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