I'm Gonna Show You Crazy

AngelClan: The Tiger and Her Demon

In my latest dream, I stood right outside of AngelClan. I felt that my body was...different. I looked at my paws, which were ridiculously big and had pure-black claws at the end. Not to mention, my normally orange paws were marked with long black stripes.

I was much bigger in this dream; I was possibly a new creature entirely. What did this have to do with my hunger for violence?

Then, I saw a light grey tom wandering towards the Border River that separated AngelClan and RainbowClan. Suddenly, the hunger for his blood took over every thought, and I felt stray twigs snap under my rampaging paws, leaping over the river and taking down the small tom with a slam of my new paw.

My claws grazed the tom's neck fur, and he looked at me with desperation. The thrilling part was of the chase was over, and too easy. With my much bigger jaws, I took his entire head in my mouth and snapped his neck with ease.

I was tearing him apart, letting blood run into the river, when I smelled his Clanmates coming. Suddenly, I was no longer a big cat-beast, but I was in my own body again. Hearing them coming closer, I turned my back to the dead tom and ran back to my territory.

...

"Tigerpaw! Everyone needs to be awake!"

"Wha? Why?" I groaned, looking at my brother.

"Something really bad is happening." Gorsepaw gulped. "I don't think Butterflystar is happy with us."

"Did Blackpaw nearly drown in the river or so-" I stopped walking before I could finish my joke, staring at the sight before me.

Butterflystar was staring daggers at all of us, holding back tears as she stood before a mangled grey corpse that I recognized all too well. It was the tom in my dreams.

Oh n-no, this can't be real!

There was a grey tom with black swirls standing next to her, as well as a skinny orange she-cat. I felt like pissing myself, and I realized that I was slowly walking backwards into the dirtplace.

"This was not an attack from a fox or a badger." Butterflystar clarified. "I know this because the body stinks of AngelClan scent. Starlingstar, I'm sure you weren't aware of this, but the killer still comes from your Clan."

"I..." Mom looked like she was staring at a ghost.

"Perhaps there's still some cat that hates me here, but that is no reason to murder my son." The grey tom snarled. "Vixenstar's mistakes were not my son's."

Once I got into the dirtplace, I immediately squeezed into an opening and ran out of camp. I can't believe I killed another cat, but how?! Does this usually happen?!

"Tigerpaw?"

I turned around to see my Dad approach me, gently resting his tail on my back.

"I'm...so sorry you had to see such a horrible tragedy." Dad explained. "Dead bodies are not usually so mutilated, and he's in StarClan now. But the killer is in AngelClan, and we'll have to reinforce each den with trustworthy cats guarding."

I'm the killer...

"I'll watch the apprentice's den as often as possible." Dad reassured me. No, don't! I could kill you!

"T-Thanks Dad." I managed to say, tears rolling down my face. He pulled me closer, and the brief silence was broken by a voice.

That was just a test of your strength, beautiful. Soon, we can kill Arin and his mates, and then we can kill that stupid Blackpaw, and then Briarpool-