The last night of my life
By: Sophia
The last night of my life.
It was nothing great
No true warrior' death
Now, among the stars, I wonder if I was anymore to my clan,
But a pretty face...
It was a bright day,
Sunny
And
Happy
Who knew, of the evil things, lurking behind the light?
I was a member of a group of cat's,
Who liked to think of them selves as foxes
We were Foxclan
Oh there were other clans,
Many more, full of cat's like my
Clan,
Who wanted to
Fight,
To win,
I, I never go mixed up in death,
Death just found me,
It crept up on me, with
Cold,
Silencing,
Claws...
But I'm getting ahead of my self,
That bright
Morning,
I left my den with
A cheerful
Attitude,
I was expecting a great day,
For today was my
Warrior assessment
And I got to do it
Alone
I was thrilled to be away,
From the gawking faces,
And the whispers of my loveliness
And the jealousy,
Oh yes,
Even perfect cat's have to face
Jealousy.
Jealousy,
Is a cruel,
Biting,
Feeling,
It cuts you away from
Other creatures,
It's always there,
Making you wish you didn't have what you
Have,
That day I hurried into the woods,
The deep, welcoming woods,
After Redtail,
My mentor you could say,
Gave me my
Objectives,
The toms whistled as I hurried away,
I heard cries of,
'there goes Amberpaw'
'prettier then the sunset'
'what's a cat like her doing alone? Someone could take advantage of her. I better go with her'
I wish, that when I had
Heard
That
Voice,
I had confronted
That
Vile,
Tom,
And told him that he could not come with me,
He stayed in the shadows until I was done,
Then he came out,
Of course,
Sunfur,
The male beauty of this clan,
Naturally I basked in his compliments,
No Tom had made me feel this way before,
No,
No,
No,
They all had just been unceasingly irritating,
Their
Jaws
Hanging open when they saw
Me,
He asked me
To meet him,
After my ceremony,
I was a foolish young cat,
Excited that someone worthy
Of me,
Was paying me attention,
I promised,
And that moonlit evening I was desperate,
For my warriors ceremony,
The one that I had so been
Looking
Forward
To,
To be over...
I was renamed
Ambersong
A pretty name,
But
Silly and
Young,
For a moment I was afraid that Sunfur wouldn't
Pay me interest again,
But I shouldn't have worried,
He came,
Oh yes, he came...
He moved forward, his sweet scent
Filling our
Lilac dotted clearing,
And I was afraid
Again,
I didn't want this,
Not now,
I was so young,
What was I doing?
I thought I was the beauty who had no interest in
Toms?
The independent cat, who liked to be
Alone?
What happened to her?
I pulled away,
He was angry, I guess,
Angry cause I didn't love him?
Ha! He was angry because he couldn't stand to have another cat have me but
Him,
He wanted me to him self,
I was too pretty for any other,
Simple,
Tom,
I was for him,
And him
Only...
And if I couldn't be his?
Well then, I was going to have to go,
Claws sank in,
Teeth ripped out more then their
Share,
I screamed,
I was that dying animal,
That they always refer to,
The stars danced closed then they should,
I was losing my grip,
On this world...
He leaned forward and smiled,
'Goodbye my sweet Ambersong'
