Moons later...

Lightpaw padded out of the medicine cat den. Yesterday she had been attacked the 100th time. Every time it happened, pain tore at her body, her pride, and her kindness had become slight aggression. She looked into a pool. Her aggressive, vengeful side battled what was left of her calmness, her dignity. 

She thought that she looked weak. Too weak. So weak that she wouldn't even defend herself! Yet she knew it wasn't right to attack her brother, her Clanmates. Yet did they know that? No. She shouldn't be like them. But the urge...the force...the tempting. Well, if she couldn't use words, she should use war! But war isn't the answer. Love was.

As the sides battled, her eyes seemed to flash calm and amber, then crazed blood-red. Finally, as the calmer side lost and was devoured by the darker side, her eyes glowed in a hungry manner-a manner that wanted revenge. She wanted to get rid of Birchstar, Yarrowleaf (the deputy), or Petalflower. Without one of the main cats, ThunderClan was sure to weaken.

She padded back into the medicine cat den, dreaming that night-after letting out her wrath-dreams of blood and revenge.