They talk of me now, not fondly but weirdly, Like I gave them an odd look and spread a rumor about them, they say that I eat the living and consume the flesh of the young, which is not true at all, but alas this must be my punishment for trusting my "friends" in the first place, I can still hear their ear piercing cries ring in my ears, their blood lapping my fur...I try not to get those thoughts again, I was not in my correct state of mind, I wasn't myself, I let them take over, I let myself be free, I let them be themselves, I was wild, I was crazy, i was impulsive, I was controlled, I'm fine though, they're correct I'm fine I'm fine....
Conext- basically after Sammy snapped(due to his delusions) and went on a murder spree, he was soon caught and sedated until he went back to normal, since then the other cats(or more specifically the recruits) think of him as a monster
A/n-wow, possibly the only chapter without no italics at the end of it, wow!
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Stories!(mostly filled with Ocs from my "WildBlood" or also called "BWSW")
FantasyStories that come and pop up in my mind at midnight!(also BWSW stands for "Born Wild Stay Wild")
