Silentkit felt like this was early. But it was to be expected; this was his destiny. He could feel the wind rushing past him as he ran through the undergrowth, the water lapping at his fur like a milling leaves whacking at a branch, blowing in the wind. He was ready, for this. Born for it. Silentkit's eyes narrowed a bit in determination. He was ready... Silentstar... The word slipped over and over in his brain, not leaving his mind. And truly, the thought of power had not left him for a long time.
Would he fall into darkness, or be drawn into the light? Would an angel guide him, or a devil? It depended on his mentor; this kit had no mother to guide him to being good. A devil he was, he sought out power more than any other physical need. He wanted, he killed, for power, even now. Silentkit needed someone, to bring him to life.