A/N: This is going to be a darker story than I usually write. For those of you who don't know me as a writer, I am Hawktail. And I write Warriors fanfiction. I do not own "Warriors", and I plan to only use original characters. But don't get it confused this story is mine it came from my own twisted brain so please... Don't steal my story. If you like this story, please review and follow it, if you don't, still review it I would love to here from you. Thank you for choosing to read my story.

Tunnel Whispers

They say that evil is never born. That instead it is created, that it spawns from a seed of hatred and darkness. There was once a time when I wasn't forced to wander aimlessly through these tunnels. But that was long ago.

Very. Long Ago.

It was a time before each clan and every cat in them were forced to fend themselves or die. Before for two-legs trampled through the forest, with their yellow monsters. Before the rivers ran with poison. Before every last piece of prey was killed off. Before the sky was plagued with pitch black clouds and smoke. Before every breath you took made you sick.

I did what I had to do to survive. Whether it was honorable could be worried about later. It was impossible to care about other cats needs, when every cat was fighting to live. I guess that's why I'm here, talking to you, if you're even listening. You must be if you're still here.

You can leave. It won't bother me any, you don't deserve to be here anyway. At least I hope. Only the worst of the worst get stuck here! I suggest you run back to your kit-mother while you still have the fur on your pelt!

Never in all my years of dieing has someone not sprinted away from the face you see before you.

Well, I guess you must very headstrong... Or mouse-brained. Maybe both.

Come, I am going to tell you a story... A story about what I had to do to end up in this despicable place. When the seed of darkness was planted. How it got there... A story about how I got to hear these tunnel's whispers.