I pawed at my reflection despairingly, staring into those forest-green eyes smoldering with eternal courage and fire. Tears dripped out of my eyes as I touched the cobwebby surface before withdrawing.
I thought to myself as I pawed at the somewhat-orange cobwebs, but they might have just been reflecting the luminescence of my fur. I bowed my golden-furred head, as the reflection rippled and disappeared. I almost let out a howl of disappointment.
The cat in the water was on fire, the sun sending his pelt ablaze. His eyes were understanding and caring, but were filled with anger at the cat that had made his life this way - Tigerclaw, or Tigerstar.
Why, then?
Why, after I had eliminated Tigerstar and the enemy that threatened to take over the forest, why did I feel so empty?
I had Sandstorm, so that part was covered. But why?
I looked down at my true reflection - I was gaunt, my eyes filled with defeat, my pelt scored with a thousand clawmarks.
Then I understood.
My name is Firestar.
I am the leader.
But where had the fire gone?
A/N) I had fun writing this. I did.
I know it's short. But there wasn't anything to type about recently, and I decided to use canon cats because my imagination on cat names have been drying up lately... I'm sorry.
And my mind has been like BLARGH for ages.
I sincerely apologize if there are any errors.
This is stationed somewhere in The Last Hope. :)
I think this is angsty. I don't know. I can't pinpoint the genre at all D: