Something random i typed about when i was reading a warriors book in front of the computer. I actually ilke this one... .


Been a long road to fallow,

Been there and gone tomorrow,

Without saying good-bye to yesterday,

Are the memories I hold still valid?

Or have the tears deluded them?

"Crowfeather," he opened his eyes a crack and was wide awake at once. The dark toms' blue eyes were sharp as he saw His recently deceased mother, Ashfoot.

"Ashfoot," he whispered, "What's going on? It's my dreams, arn't you going to StarClan

Ashfoot gave him a gentle look, "Crowfeather, It is time to start your journey."

"Journey?" he whispered. His mother nodded.

"It is time for you to discover your father," she whispered. Crowfeathers eye grew wide, "I have sent word to your Medicine Cat. From this moment on, you will not wake until you set eyes on your father, and discover his name."

Maybe this time tomorrow

The rain will crease to fallow

And the mist will fade into to one more today

"Head over the mountains," Ashfoot had said, "because you are sleeping, the journey will not last as long. And, at the peak, you will meet your father. It will take a total of two living days."

Two days, he thought, that'll be rough on my body. So, with the slightest hesitated, he turned and started running towards the mountains. I can make it there in one, he decided.

He paused at the base of the mountains and gulped, at the top was the tom who had fallen in love with Ashfoot…

Something somewhere out there keeps calling

Am I going home?

Will I hear someone, singing solace to the silent moon?

His claws were dulled, and he struggled for hold on the surface, but he was there. At the top of the mountain, on a plateau. He panted and sat down, then looked forward at his father.

Zero gravity,

What's it like?

The top turned around and smiled, "Welcome, son, it's nice to finally meet you." Crowfeather turned cold as he met his fathers identical ice-blue eyes.

"Who are you?" he whispered, "What's your name? Why aren't you in the Clan?"

He blinked softly, "I am a tom, and I belong to a different Clan. And i cannot walk in your ancestors path."

Am I alone?

Is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet?

Still the road keeps on telling me to go on

Something is calling me

I feel the gravity of it all

The wind picked up around Crowfeather, and he felt his body lifting, pulling his back towards the WindClan camp. Terrified, Crowfeather fought the winds.

"Who are you!" he roared, "Why did you abandon Ashfoot and me (Heh... Improper grammer...)?"

The tom smiled again, actually, he smirked, "I am Scourge."

Crowfeather jolted awake, blinking in the sunlight. Scourge, that was his name. Scourge, who was he?


Yup, random Ashfoot/Scourge