Every scrap of what I see enfolds me.

This new web of though,

it pulls me in closer.

The colors flash out at me

quiet and lovely

each one of a thousand

yet each on their own.

That is me.

I am on my own.

The ears I was blessed with cursed me.

The last thing I heard was her,

the one I called mother.

She said I would never hear again.

The tides rolled in,

the once gentle buzz completely engulfing me

until I surrendered.

You would never guess how beautiful

a world of silence is.

The gentle breeze can brush my whiskers

I feel it

but I do not hear what storm it brings.

The world is all right here

yet I am alone.

No one can tell me what to do.

The feather of the bird drops to the ground,

fluttering back into the wind.

Sometimes I wish I would just take me

into a better world

even as I lay in paradise.

I scoff at the thought

that once I was a humble subject

to the world that still holds me.

Before I was their tool

catching the food,

cleaning the nests.

But now I am free.

Even the strongest tree cannot hold me down.

They once called me a name

one I wished would never leave me.

But as one knows,

all good things must come to an end.

Featherpaw was no more for me.

The other apprentices were wasted

their minds soft to the world.

Now I am glad I left.

They can't bring me down here.

Now I am new.

Not to disappoint my fans at all, I decided to make a mini-story. But, as you notice from this semi-prologue, this is not a normal story. To relax my dark, stressed mind, I put this in another format. Yes, every chapter will have this choppy, poetic phrasing, but an an author I can experiment. A story will develop, and your mind will be blown. So, don't be a silent reader! Review!