I was shaking my head, out of ideas. I flipped through the books, looking for a good cat to write about. And there he was, sitting there patiently. Breezepelt. I gasped with joy as a realization hit me. It's gotta be him! Okay, that odd story mode is officially over. A/N!! This shall be Breezepelt and how he feels about his father's coldness, and what he thinks his father feels about his mother.
Used
Mothers
Fathers.
They're supposed to
Help and protect you,
Right?
But how come...
I don't get it.
My father is Crowfeather.
My mother is Nightcloud.
I know that
My father
Doesn't love Nightcloud.
I was Breezekit
I admired my
Father.
He was cold
And strong...
I thought so.
"Father! Look!"
I mewled happily
As I rolled my moss ball.
Crowfeather didn't even
Turn his head
To look at me.
I was disappointed.
Did he care about me?
Did he love me?
Were fathers
Supposed to treat their kits
This way?
Nightcloud's always upset
With my father.
"Crowfeather, don't you care?
Don't you care
About Breezekit?"
Crowfeather narrowed his eyes
And walked away.
One day
I became Breezepaw
And my mentor Whitetail
Told me about
Crowfeather's past.
He used to love a RiverClan
A RiverClan she-cat.
But that she-cat died,
And then he loved a
ThunderClan
Medicine cat.
Now
He's mates with my mother.
I realized, suddenly
That Nightcloud and I,
We're just used
We're just tools for him
To prove his loyalty.
I hate my father.
Aren't we supposed
To be more than that?
I hate him!
He doesn't care
One bit about us.
I bet he was still in love,
In love with Leafpool.
In front of the Clan,
He acted like
He only cared about us.
But secretly,
I know
He loves Leafpool.
Not Nightcloud.
Not me.
I hate him!
I thought fathers
Were supposed
To care about their kit?
I didn't understand
I still don't
I don't understand
Why he's like that!
I hate him.
He probably hates me, too.
We're used,
I realized
When I glanced
At Crowfeather
Happily
During my warrior ceremony.
Crowfeather looked away,
And I felt my eyes turn watery.
But I had to
Stay strong.
Without Crowfeather,
Nightcloud and I
Can still survive!
Crowfeather
Is just using us.
To him,
we're used tools.
But we're going
To stay strong...
I won't linger near him.
I won't forgive him.
I hate him.
I'm not something to use
I'm not a tool.
I'm going to stay strong
And never look back...
That's because
I don't want
To be used
Again.
Oh, this was pretty short, but I practically went (three times) while typing this, "Wow, Crowy's one bad daddy." lol. I'm beginning to feel sorry for Breezepelt... *sniffs* This is a short poem, but I hope you enjoyed it. I am also going to update very fast, and use the ideas Coby had for me. Thank Coby! Well, I WILL update soon...
~Rainy