Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.
Day-27
Fatigued . That is how I have been feeling these past days. A tom can only survive for so many days without food. My stalking skills seem to have gotten rusty. My pelt more flares out even more than before. It does not suit how I feel right now.
Day-30
The color of blood floods into my head. A sea of it was just waiting to devour me. What a nightmare that was. It made me break out in cold sweat. How I wish I was with my Clan… Oh where have they gone?
Day-34
It's not safe here; where sun shines on the rocks. I hear the rumbling of the monsters' bellies. Wanting more bloodshed. Unable to stop the craving of destruction. I pity them…
Day-36
A badger has intruded while I fled from the rocks. I had tried to save him by nudging him the right direction, but it's not worth it. The kind gesture ended up wounding us both critically.
Day-38
I have found out something essential to living. You cannot help others at your expense. It only leads to hurting. Hurting that may not be healed. There is no medicine cat in hurry to save you. You are on your own. Exactly like I was, as a kittypet.
Sandstorm
I worry about him. Everyday we patrol out borders I think, " Maybe he'll find us this time!" but no. He can never find us. Not with Tigerclaw out there, looking for him. Yet I do not give up hope. Sometimes I feel like I love this tom, but it's not enough…