Love and Insanity, With Lots of Insensitivity

I was walking down an alley that night pondering my thoughts. Anyone who thought they knew better would say that my thoughtful state meant I was thinking of my third name, but no. There was one other thought, knowing at my mind, one with which, though I may try, would never leave.

'Demeter.'

I loved her. I loved her, and I hated her. I hated that just one look into those gentle, amber-brown eyes could cause such a powerful effect on me. And yet, I loved to be able to look into her eyes.

But, my hate came back, and surged through my mind, my veins, even through my very soul it coursed. I reached inside my heart, looking for the cause for such feelings. I already knew that answer, but I had to ponder it.

'Munkustrap.'

My own brother, but no! He was no kin of mine. He took her! He was the one that stole Demeter from me! How I hated him! He had stolen everything that was worth living for in my life before crime. He stole the job I'd longed for, dreamed of, since kit-hood, to be the Tribe Protector. He stole the Tribe's affection, then my Father's! Oh, how I hated them all! Then, the worst treason of them all, he'd taken the only one I'd truly cared for.

'Demeter'.

My hate started flowing, and this time, stronger, faster, to the point where I could hardly stay still. And then, it stopped. I thought had crossed my mind, one which I had tried to avoid ever since the last time I gazed upon her eyes, they were as beautiful as before, but there was something in them that I didn't like. I had seen it before in other cats, but this time, it hurt.

'Fear, and one other thing, one which made my heart moan, and my eyes sting. Hate.'

Had I really seen hate in those young queen's eyes? Then the thought returned, and this time, even more painful.

'What if Demeter still hadn't loved me, even if there were no Munkustrap?'

"NO! I cannot, will not believe that!" I cried. Yet, it seemed so reasonable. She was always so frightened of me, to scream at the presence of me. Not that was much different from any cat, but she always seemed the most disturbed, like she had experienced me before, at which, she had. But hadn't she learned Macavity favored her? Was that the reason she was more scared then all the others? My mind was reeling!

"Why! Why did she choose him, and not me? I could give her anything in the world, anything she desires! What does Munkustrap have to offer?

'I loving heart.'

"I have that!"

'Do you? Do you truly contain a heart?'

"Of course I do, I love her!"

'Then why do you try to hurt her?'

"I don't try to hurt her!"

'Yes, but you hurt the ones she loves, which is just as monstrous.'

"No it's not! If it weren't for them, she would love! They, no, he turned her against me!"

'Really, or is it just that she loves them, and not you?'

"NOOO! Please, no."

Then, as I realize the truth, whatever was left of my heart has shattered. I feel nothing but anger, hatred, and the bloodthirsty lust for revenge! Demeter WILL be mine, whether it is by her will, or by force. I no longer know if I want her for love, or out of sheer revenge for my pride. Munkustrap and Demeter will regret the day they made there decision to be together! They will never, nor will ever feel safe again! They will always have to be on edge, for I won't stop trying to take what is rightfully mine! They will never feel peace, until the day of mine, or their last breath!

"MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!"

'I warned you.'

Epilogue……………………………………………………………………...

"Munkustrap?"

"Yes love?"

"I'm pregnant."