The border shared with WindClan is near , I peer ahead to see the gorge and remember what happened moons before.I smell the heather and the grass, the wind rushes by me, but stays to last.
It swirls around me, the cool crisp air, and whispers to me "Leapordfur, kill him you swear!."
It embraces me for a second more, then retreats to the cut in the moor.
I hold on to the feeling, remembering the one who was lost, the one I taught how to fight and hunt. The one I miss, The one who burned, who left to the gorge, and never returned.
I wish that battle never had took place, I wish the tragedy could just be erased. Oh, that Graystripe I will bring pain, or maybe I'm looking for someone to blame.
ThunderClan don't think you got away with this deed. I will avenge my former apprentice because he needs to be freed. I hear his whispers blare, the one who fell because of your dare.
For now I'll wait for the right time, but don't think you got away with your crime. ThunderClan mouse-brains, think they can hide from the mistakes they made, they think they can make up for it by coming to aid.
No deed can be undone, there will be revenge, a time where I can and will avenge. All of ThunderClan will stand in awe, when I kill Graystripe in the name of WhiteClaw!