My name is Speckledkit,
I don't know how long I'll live,
For the food's run away, I hear.
No one thinks a kit'd understand-
How to live on the land.
How to listen on others...
But I do.
I know they know I'll die-
The know I''ll die and won't tell me.
I don't care, this Clan sucks.
Why make a system of sharing food?
Why make a system of a Code?
It makes no sense-
in survival of the fittest.
Why shouldn't they just try
to keep themselves alive?
There's something deeper there-
a maturity. I don't get,
it runs splendidly,
like a river's grace,
but in the wrong time and place.
Maybe the other cats will understand...
especially Mom, Cheetahstand.
When they don't find me,
come apprentice-day.
When they realize that I've run away.