The Story Of Bloodface: told by elder wolf Farsight

For this story, we go north to the cold, barren mountains. We travel for suns on end, avoiding ice holes and rockfalls, cougars and One-walkers. Then at last we arrive; the bitter wind buffets our fur and blows our whiskers this way and that. Now look over there, pups. See that cave? Watch closely. Something is moving inside-- a huge wolf. His eyes seem to glow yellow, and eerie scars criss-cross his muzzle. His ears are torn badly, and his black-and-white pelt is thick and jagged, somewhat like the mountain peaks that tower above us. He snarls at nothing in particular. Don’t worry, he can’t see us. This is Bloodface, pups.
He is the wolf who tried to kill his own parents; who brutally murdered innocent Smallpaws; who set both Tribes against nearly a hundred One-walkers in the Great Blood War, when the Combatants arose to fight him; who tore families apart purely for his own entertainment; who fought viciously against his brother and sisters, killing the youngest of them, gentle Whisperwind; who, upon the words of exile, stood and spat in his father Blackscar’s face.
But, he wasn’t always like this. Once, very long ago, he was Owlface, named for his round, yellow eyes. Yes, little Bird? How, exactly, did this smart, strong young wolf end up following such a dark path? I was just about to get to that part...

Well, you see, Blackscar tried hard, really and truly tried, but no matter what he did, he was not a wolf who should be raising pups. Blackscar was extremely difficult to please; wouldn’t let his attention stray from maintaining a strong Tribe, and his mother Silvershadow was constantly tending to Owlface’s sisters, who had been thin and frail from the moment they were born; The other Smallpaws were nasty toward Owlface, teasing him mercilessly for his eyes and relations. Worse yet, nobody did anything to stop it, not even Firechest, his Pawkeeper. So he begged and pestered fretful, angst-ridden Firechest to train him... in killing moves. Owlface learned the Throat Slash; the Spine Crush, which uses rocks to break an enemy’s back; the Neck Bite; the Lower Belly Rip, and finally, when he grew large, the ultimate Death Fury, a move so ferocious that Pawkeepers are now forbidden from teaching it. And though I didn’t say this before, he eventually killed Firechest-- using the very fighting skills that the brown-and-gold wolf had taught him. Owlface advanced to the next step: challenging untrained One-walkers to fights, then savagely murdering them. By now, he was so covered in wounds that Blackscar renamed him Bloodface... and cast him out. This whole ordeal left a different kind of scar in his brother Blackstone, and Silvershadow was utterly broken by sorrow. She grieved for the brave, loyal wolf Bloodface could have been, SHOULD have been. And she suffered so terribly. This suffering only ended when Silvershadow died and joined the Spirits. Blackscar’s already unstable heart shattered, and he too died with much sadness. Nightrunner, the daughter Bloodface failed to kill, perished of an illness called white lung. And when the time comes for our Leader Blackstone’s life to end, this bitter, unforgiving circle shall at last be complete....