Now I look back on my life. What was I then? A loved bundle of kitten fur. Now I'm an outcast. I had a den, a Clan, and a family that thought the world of me. But what did I do to them? I destroyed them. No. I destroyed myself. But why? I don't know. What reason did I have? A pointless one. Now, when I look back on my life. I got older. My family did nothing to me... but. I turned on them. What are they now? Nothing. What am I now? Nothing. And I have no chance of changing that. And I wouldn't for the world. So I remain... Nothing. I think of my past some more. It was my fault. Am I wrong? Am I right?