The night is my favorite time of day now. Because when I'm curled up in my ball on my nest at night with the trees singing me soft lullabies and the moon being more of a protective, older sister to me than Dovepaw is to me anymore. I know I can act cold towards her sometimes, but she's still my sister and no one or anything, or anything she could do or anyone else can take that away from me.
I just wish she were like she used to be, the carefree, excited, bubbly she-cat I know she still is. But where the old, her, was carefree, now she was guarded and stuck in her own world that didn't involve me anymore, and she used to be, always, always, happy of everything and cheerful (bubbly), but I saw when the tree crashed, while Briarpaw was pinned under it's limbs, even after Lionblaze got her out, her spirit was still stuck under that huge limb. Talk bad about her and I'll give a look that would send chills up an ax' murderer's spine. Then chop you up and feed you to the fish that live in our quaint little lake. I'm sure RiverClan will thank me for that. Fattening up the fish, I mean.
Too, bad she won't see that. I don't think anyone would. To the clan I probable look like the rebel, the free spirit.I'm always the one that, 'can't be tamed'. But I'm not like that. Okay so I probable am like that but deep down, my priorities are still my sister, my clan, and life. But enough of that, because for once, maybe you'll think of my sister and I as equals. Because that's what I want. To forget this all, and wake up tomorrow and live like everything's perfect. But, my life will be a little more dramatic than that.