Disclamier: I don't own Warriors. This song isn't mine either. It's Evanescence "Goodnight". More like a poem though.
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Goodnight -- Feathertail
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Fear.
That was the only thing I felt when I saw Crowpaw cornered by the Sharptooth. Crowpaw... I couldn't let the Sharptooth get him.
It was then , when I looked from Crowpaw, to the Sharptooth, to Stormfur next to me, I realized I knew who the silver cat was. It wasn't Stormfur.
It was me.
But, I knew if Crowpaw hadn't been in danger, the other cats would've never found their silver cat. As I stood there and realized that the prophecy was about me, I only worried and feared for Crowpaw's life. That was the only thought in my head.
"I'm the silver cat," I whispered, and I noticed from the corner of my eyes Stormfur glance at me fearfully. But, I didn't pay any mind. My body was on autopilot and nothing could stop me. There was no switch to throw.
I readied my leg muscles to spring, and I pushed off hard. I heard the brief shout of "No, Feathertail! Don't!" as the air whoshed briefly in my ears. I grabbed one of the sharp rocks hanging from the ceiling, and there was a deafening crashing sound.
I screamed as I tumbled with the rocks to the floor. Everything was spinning as my claws came loose of the stalagtite I had been hanging on to. I closed my eyes but I could still hear the rocks crashing down to the floor. My only prayer was that Crowpaw moved out of the way.
I felt as if I fell an entire lifetime. I could see my life play out behind my closed eyeslids, and it only stopped when a rock struck my body in midair. Pain coursed through my side as I twisted from the collision, and hit another rock. Something inside me snapped, and an explosion of pain rocketed through my back. Finally, my body struck the ground, and when I opened my eyes, all I saw was rocks plumelting through the air, coming straight toward me.
They struck. And I felt nothing. Heard nothing. Silence.
Goodnight, sleep tight
No more tears
In the morning I'll be here
I was still alive, for I felt myself coming back into concsiousness not too long after. Even before I opened my eyes, pain was spearding throughout my entire body, and I knew everything was broke. I was dead. There was no saving me.
"Feathertail!" I heard Crowpaw wail, and I opened my eyes to meet the face of my brother and the love of my life. Guilt spread throughout me at the horrorified looks on their faces, but joy spread over that when I saw Crowpaw was alive. I couldn't move, so I didn't try to. I only looked up at Stormfur, then Crowpaw, then Stormfur again. I finally found the strength to speak.
"You'll...have to send the message...back for me...Stormfur," I rasped, surprised at how horrirble my voice sounded. Stormfur shook his head.
And when we say goodnight,
Dry your eyes
Because we said goodnight
And not goodbye...
"You're...you're going to be fine, Feathertail," he choked, but somehow, I managed to shake my head slowly, which sent more shock waves of pain up my back.
"Feathertail...don't leave me..." I heard Crowpaw whimper, and I looked at him, all the love and affection I had for him shown in that one stare. I saw myself, bruised and beaten, reflected in his shiny eyes. Oh, how I loved those eyes. The ones that had given me such hope, now, they were only filled with sadness and fear. I smirked at him, a last gleam in my eyes.
"Do you think you have...nine lives? I can't...save you all the time," I gasped, and I saw a bit of a sad smile gleam in his eyes. I stared at him, then at Stormfur, before I finally gave way into the darkness. The pain throbbed to nothing, and I felt my life zap away into nothingness.
Who would've thought...
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And no goodbye...
---End of Chapter---