Bloodsight sat in the darkness of the forest alone. His red eyes shone as the moonlight glinted on his fur. Why didn't his clan mates trust him? His red eyes, his name, does not label who he is. He resented all the cats who jeered him as a bad omen for the clan but he would never hurt a soul without reason.
'Your name doesn't always explain who you are!' He pleaded to them but still, their noses turned and they failed to understand.
To them, poor Bloodsight would always be just a bad omen. It would only be a matter of time before the situation came to its worst.

Poor Bloodsight, always bullied because of his red eyes :C
I'll love you Blood <3