Prologue

   I am completely,utterly isolated from everything. I have no family,no friends,no mate. Nothing. My parents died saving me and my siblings from flesh eating dogs.My older brother died of a critical case of greencough,and my sister was struck by an abusing twoleg monster. I've never had any friends,nevermind a mate. All that remains now,is this alley I call home,and the viscous rogues who roam the grimy landfill at night.
  That was me,before I met the clans.
My name is Torn-heart,named after every tragedy I've ever suffered. My life is terribly sad,and filled with murder,rejection,hatred, and heartache. I've had multiple mates;Ginger and Dreampelt. Ginger was the love of my life,but like everyone else I've ever cared for,she perished saving me.Dreampelt on the other hand,rejected me. She tricked me;manipulated me,just so she could get to her precious, half-hearted, Echospirit. She's out to get me;she wants me to be miserable. Stupid she-cats. Someday,I just know it'll be my turn. I'll be the one laughing,not her. I'll overtake her,even if it kills me.
   Going back to me,however,I reside with this clan called Blazeclan. A powerful tom named Blazestar rules the clan,and his word is law. Don't get me wrong though,he is a fine leader. It's some of the clan cats that get to me. They've given me merciless looks,ever since I tried to "selfishly" end my own life, without thinking about "the good of the Clan." Don't judge me for it,I couldn't take all of the cruelty anymore! But,in attempt to make my life even more retched- Dreampelt saved me! She lied, telling others that she "couldn't bear to see a warrior pass in such a sickening way." While she was being praised and applauded for her job well done,I was being cast aside,abandoned in a remote world,all by myself.