I suppose this is what power feels like. Something has changed in my home since I was push on that rock. The others seem to accept me more, surround me more. But what do I know? I can only smell them and feel their touch to be guided around. My navigation has incresed greatly, but I still stumble into walls and dens. I will never be perfect.

But this sense of authority has been passed to me. It feeling like every cat is bending to my will. But how can they? They know nothing about me, and will never know. Maybe another cat, or even all of them, share a longing. But they have everything. They can see whatever makes this land, every detail on every cat. What am I? I'm just the empty weight that must be carried. I wish for a day when I can see, but it will never come. I know.

Hope has tried to explain what is going on, but my imaginestion is too pressed to fit it all together. I have noticed that different cats have tried to lead me around every day, to the prey, dirtplace, and through the hole that we live in. It is weird, being treated like I am helpless, but in turn I really am. If I wasn't with these cats, I would have been dead long ago. Death still tries to pull me in now and them, suffocating me as I sleep, but letting me go before it takes me.

These cats that I have to follow have such different personalities, I have learned. Some are constantly trying to attack me, but holding back. They have put many small scrathes in my sides, but I'm strong to ignore them. If Flower ever saw them, maybe she would save me, but I'm sure she wishes I didn't exist too. I may be her own kit, but I feel that I am alone besides Hope and a few cats who are kind to me, nudging me and soothing my shaking body with licks to my pelt.

Ever since I was on that rock, pushed up there by the others, I have had to sleep with other cats. I can no longer try to hide in my little leaf-covered place by myself. Now I have to carefully navigate their bodies when going to my nest, which proves a challenge. I have never been confident anywhere but my thoughts, and now I am in the open, an easy target.

They still haven't let me leave the camp. I can smell the lush plant life, whispering to me, wishing that I could reach it. Poking my nose around camp, I have found the only way out is a long, thin path. There is no way I could ever get out that way. I need to find my own exit, a safe way to explore. But once I'm free, the dangers would come. Hope says there are things out there that could easily eat me, kill me. I have no fear of them, for it would almost be nice to put me out of my misery. Maybe once I die I can see and hear. That would be nice.

Something whacks into my side, causing me to cringe. A deep, sharp scent fills my nostrils. It's Fang, here to take me out of this soft den where my thoughs let me escape. Now I have to stumble out into that place again, shere they shoved me forward into the rocks, where they harm me. I know when my time comes, I will be too covered in scars to have lived anyway at the rate this is going.

Once again those small picks of claws poke my side, guidinng me. I have to stay calm. These others already think bad enough of me the way it is. He is probably just leading me to get food, possiblly somewhere else like that. Nothing exciting. Why must I be cursed to like like this? Living has no purpose for me, it seems.

I follow his pawsteps the best I can, avoid being scratched again. I wish someone would see what he does to me. Maybe they would stop it. Or I could give in and let death take over like it has trying to do for moons. Death seemed welcoming now. Why should I fight when there is to little to do? I have no purpose here, but apparently Flame, Fang, and the others want something out of me. They want something I cannot give.

Something isn't right. I follow what I can smell, and sense in the vibrations in the ground. My disablities have improved what I can do, and I have been able too feel through the air and ground for some things. But this can't be right. Fang's steps are moving away from the scent of the fresh-kill pile, into something more dank and uneasy. My stomach lurhces a bit, but I know I must follow to aviod his claws and teeth on my back.

The warmth of the sunshine leaves my pelt, replaced by chilled shivers. A drop of liquid, wet and cold falls onto my fur, and I reach my head back to lick it off. Like usually, it takes a moment to reach to correct place as the taste of foul water touches my tongue. I spit it out, and continue to follow Fang, who was waiting patiently in front of me. His presence has become strangly comforting, despite his agressiveness towards me. I know he at least cares about me enough to let me live. They could of left me in the forest a long time ago.

More foul water falls, but I give up on trying to dry my pelt. I don't know what I look like anyway, so why should it matter? But the stench on this place takes over, my sense of navigation drifting away. Soon enough Fang is having to push and pull me along onto the right paths. Cold shivers race through my veins, numbing my pads as they trudge forward. They is this nothingness that consumes me. Hope has remainded silent, for what reason I cannot know.

For once crisp, shining moment, I feel free, but that soon ends. I stumble forward, crashing into a solid wall. The throbbing pain explodes in my mind, blocking out everything else. I let my legs buckle beneath me, the rest of my body encasing itself in a bubble of cold that the floor seems to release. Something cloaks over me, tearing into my scruff. What if Fang wants me to move? I can lay here. Not like is anything I can do.

Wish, come on, get up. Hope whispers, her voice a strange break in my endless silence.

No, I will back. There is nothing here. He is taking me to my death, so I may as well stay here.

Go.

Her words are final, Hope's will pushing me to my feet and Fang half-draggs me further. As if I have finally realeased a breath I had been holding, the sunlight blazes over my pelt again. Fang's grip looses on my scuff, the ground meeting my body, but the impact is softened. Pawing it gently, I lift myself from this squishy terrain.

The scent of vegatation floods over my jaws. This is it.

I have reached the forrest.

Okay, okay, I know what you are thinking. Why haven't I updated in two months? Well, as you might think, writing for this story is difficult, and my mind kept wandering making it even harder. And on top of that, there are two other fics I have been working on. Enough excuses, time for you to review!