Reconcilation

Reconcilation.

It's a different word.

More than reunions or truces, or even the burning strength of love.

It means healing.

Two broken hearts, lost in the waves of misery. With a douse of reconcilation they will be mended, and back on the path of life.

Reconcilation is a compilation of the stories of cats, big and small, who, in turn, explain what they have been through. They thorougly speak as to both sides of the story.

Then the cat will reconcile.

The Reconcilation—Compilation
I knew it was wrong. All the killing. All the brutal slaughtering. It was all for nothing. But the pain he had caused me...it was terrifying. Not the broken relationship, but the feeling I'd felt afterward. They were rushing at me, as if all I'd ever known were falling into oblivion. What was my destiny? Where was I headed?

Every cat going through these feelings—the only place they'll end up is anger.

I felt the white-hot rage burning within me. But I could also feel a hollow pit of a chest, containing nothing and anything. I knew that the rage had no foundation. It was not built upon feelings. That the more I fueled it, the more nearsighted and cruel I would get.

But I could not stop myself. I killed him. I killed every cat in my path, crushing the ground at every footstep in a wave of blood. I was sure this was my destination. Revenge. All souls were built on revenge. Revenge is what fuels anger, which is what made me lose my mind.

I remember the last strike of a claw, the teeth closing in my neck. The journey, the pain, the weariness...it all comes back to me every day. Or every night, I should say, for I reside in a place absent of light.

Nothing could ever heal me. The scars ran deep, seasons and seasons of worth. My blood boiled, my fur pricked up. I could not tolerate these feelings. This...this anger. It curdled through me, spoiling me far beyond repair. My corrupted mind only growled for blood.

And as I looked down on the ground for my last farewell, I knew. I knew how I was wrong. I saw the light. Revenge would never have cured anything, as would anger. My life, my spirit...I had dwindled it on the verge of anger every sunrise, never realizing the true meaning of the possesion of a soul.

My name is Mapleshade, and I shall reconcile.