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'