A/N: Yeah not much to say. Originally posted on Warriors Amino.
Kinda want to write a reckless fic based on No Children by The Mountain Goats.
((Amino A/N: Some Tigerstar (Tigerstripe) angst cause my boy can't get a break and neither can I.
Frick so yeah the italicized centered bits are song lyric-like things I'm making up as I go; I sorta hear a piano playing gently and a male voice singing. It's probably a real tune but who knows.))
Refrain
"He wonders if it's a piano playing in his mind,"
He drags himself along the Thunderpath, shoulder aching and one of his forepaws lifeless beneath him. He keeps it pulled up, hopping awkwardly as he follows the path.
"Or if it's a different note that he can hear inside."
He looks up, smiling through a grimace and his vision clouded with pain.
Because, what did it matter if he lost this life?
"And sometimes he swears it's there, forever waiting;"
He knows in reality she'd be frowning at him, expression hurting and frustrated. But he can only see her smile in blurred clarity, and hear her laugh in the Summer breeze.
"But never is the refrain completely lonesome."
His fur clumps uncomfortably with blood but he goes on. Because he will not lose this life with them. He will not let this triumph that is truthfully shame be shared with the opposing Clan who lost.
"There's a, key in his mind that's singing with a scream."
He stumbles at one point, legs buckling, but he brings himself up. It's agonizing but not yet. He will not lay and die slowly.
"But it's simply screaming silently."
Would she be mad? Would the others? He knew this wasn't a wound he would heal from.
Just as he knew he was tearing the holes wider and spilling more blood by continuing along.
"And he falls; he falls again."
He stumbles, limbs numb fire, as his breathing suddenly hitches and burns.
"Only to get up once more, in the end."
He closes his eyes, panting.
'I'm sorry old friend.'
" 'cause there's a voice in his head, and it's screaming silently
Never changing pitch and never changing key.
But this voice is like no voice he's ever know;
It's a piano refrain
The voice is his own."
Five down; four more to go.
END