The silence is broken (Oneshot)

Night in the hot Green leaf air wasn't the favorite time of year for Snowstorm, No, Truthfully he despised every sense of the word "Heat". He was an oddity among cats in that he loved the cold, the colder it was the more energy he had. When he was hot, every movement felt like a chore to him, his short fur helped keep him cool, but walking in the heat was still a pain. But that wasn't the only thing that made walking a pain, Snowstorm was wrestling with inner peace, and he didn't have anyone to help guide him  to a better life. Lately he had been reduced to nothing more than scraggy fur clinging to a frail skeleton. Each step his mind made him take, made his fur shake raggedly, his knees were shaking with every step, he hadn't eaten in days and it was starting to show. His luck needed to change, badly.. As fate would happen to have it, setting out from his makeshift den in the night helped him hide from any cat who might attack him just because he looked like a violent murderer. As he thought about it, it made him laugh on the inside.

If only they knew...

The dark thought resonated with him for a moment before he pushed it to the back of his mind. He'd already killed his father, why not see what the rest of the family is up too.

Besides, I need to sharpen my claws.