first taste of joy-charcoalear dark forest srp

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TW: d3ath, mvrder, bl0od (uncensored below) Emptiness. That was what took ahold of Charcoalear's body, replacing any trace of feeling he once had. Then, the scent of rot filled his nose, and soon after came the overwhelming dread. Yet somehow, it felt right. Charcoal blinked open his eyes and took in the petrifying sight that was his new prison, with its bare trees like black lightning and ominous tendrils of mist creeping between the branches. At the horrific sight, Charcoal was satisfied. It was a new feeling to him, like the warmth in his belly after swallowing a piece of succulent prey. But this feeling was better, like being fed that same prey after being starved your whole life. That was because he had never felt it before, not even the smallest bite of it. Now, however, Charcoal knew the feeling of joy, and he craved more. Of course it was odd that his first traces of happiness came from dark rivers smelling of death, flowing beneath a red-stained sky. He was happy because he knew that he had finally done something right in his life. When Charcoal lay on his deathbed, he thought that he had failed. Failed at life, failed in death. Everyone he knew hated him, saw him as a heartless murderer when he really meant to do no wrong. After all, the murder was an accident. An accident wouldn't land a cat in the Dark Forest, where every self-respecting Urchinclan warrior longed to be. Or was it? Charcoalear- no, paw, as it was back then, was filled with fury, violence, the most intense feeling he had ever known. It sparked like flames beneath his pelt and scorched his bones and flickered through his veins. He was fighting, not merely to defend himself, but to kill. That was why the weight on his stone-cold heart seemed heavier when he told his own sister, friend of the cat he murdered, that he didn't mean to kill him. It was a pathetic, flimsy excuse, one that could be torn apart by the claws of a kit or blown away in the wind. It was worse than that. It was a lie. So Charcoalear was in fact a monster that belonged in eternal torture, alongside cats who had committed far worse atrocities without a second thought. But at least he was a monster with a purpose.