The young hazel tom~ about nine moons old now~ padded through the forest. The voice in his head had persuaded him to seek out his adopted brother and kill him. Cody stopped for a moment, and looked to the sky. He felt the crisp leaf-fall air around the bloody stump that used to be his tail until one of his siblings tore it off. Come on! Keep going! The voice in his head hissed. "So impatient..." Cody mumbled, shaking his head slightly and padding forward. The tabby flicked his ear, thinking about his dead mother. Should he have left...? Yes! Yes you should have! She's dead, what do you think's gonna happen!? The voice hissed. Cody growled. "an you shut up already?" Nope! With a sigh, the young tom looked up at the sky again. The sun was setting, and the forest was already getting dark. Cody looked around, and found a nice spot in the undergrowth to rest for the night. "G'night." He meowed to the voice in his head. Good night! The voice said back. With that, Cody drifted off into a dreamless sleep...