I
read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy
scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It
didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the
earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
Now, back to when Featherpaw and I were apprentices.
I was on a hunting patrol combined with a training session. Stonefur smiled down at me after I had caught a rabbit, but I glanced down at it fairly sadly.
He frowned. "What's the matter?" he meowed gently. "We're having a great hunt. You've caught two mice and a finch already!"
"I know," I sighed. "Blackclaw's just giving me trouble again."
I looked and saw Stonefur's gray pelt begin to bristle. "He should know better!" he hissed. He returned to his normal voice as he let his fur lie flat. "What's he been saying?"
"He said that I was lucky that Crookedstar took me in, because RiverClan was the only possible place for me. Just, really, he confessed that it was a confirmation from StarClan that I'm stuck in the center of everything."
Stonefur frowned, but then the frown let up. "I see what he's saying. He thinks it's the end of your life as you have known it when you become a warrior. Don't listen to him. He's just a big furball with a head filled with foxdung and lies."
I nodded. "Thank you, Stonefur," I meowed to my mentor. Though I really was thankful, I couldn't help thinking: But, Stonefur, to tell you the truth, when I get to be a warrior, he'd better watch his mouth cause I could really care less about where I stand.