Bleh, sorry it took me so long to finish up... I wrote this whole thing in a week and accidentally didn't save it... x.X Yeah... Anyway, thanks for reviewing, Ravenpelt. :) Glad you like it.
City
of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs
misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with
dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I have to travel back, back to when I was a kit. The day when the ThunderClan forest burned was burned into my memory...
"Graystripe's back!" I mewed happily. I bounced out of the nursery, despite Mosspelt's aggravated meows.
"Stormkit," Featherkit mewed, looking around, "go faster!"
I smiled and padded out as quickly as I could, my tiny paws carrying me as quickly as possible.
Graystripe flipped over and began to play with us with sheathed paws. "How did you know I was coming?" he purred, voice muffled from Featherkit falling over his muzzle.
"We smelled you!" I mewed proudly.
Graystripe smiled. "Good job!"
"Is this Fireheart?" Featherkit meowed, looking up into his face curiously.
The ginger cat's chest seemed to swell with pride.
Graystripe nodded. "Yes, this is Fireheart," he meowed.
"Featherkit, Stormkit, get back here!" Mosspelt called, voice agitated.
I looked at the two older toms, then to Mosspelt with narrowed, cross eyes. But I finally let them relax to normal and padded back obediently.
I didn't catch the whole conversation, but after Bluestar had snarled something to Graystripe, I heard Fireheart meow softly, "She doesn't really know what she's saying. Graystripe, we're just going no where right now. All of StarClan has stopped sending us signs." He sighed. "It's like we're condemned and none of StarClan seems to care."