She is not as smart as she thinks. Ah, she thinks how high and mighty she is, as she scurries through the canopy. She is not; she has merely climbed above the rest of the rabble for a few meaningless moments. But she'll be back again. He has seen her pattern, her system of operations. She is quietly convinced of her genius. But he sees her- loves her, even, as one of his own and as something slightly other- and he knows this is not true. Knows that time is winding wearily down until her fated fall, because Emberpaw will never be as clever as she hopes.
it's truly amazing what i can achieve during maths