I see her

Featherpaw

the lost apprentice.

Her eyes are a perfect green,

fur a golden hue.

However this illness came upon her is a mystery,

even to those she knew dear.

I shift my paws under my pelt

the flecks of moss scattering from under me.

Silver rays of moonlight float down

flowing onto the den floor.

Throw the fine twines of brambles

the stars shine upon me,

perfect in my mind.

Those cats of old must be looking down on me now

with pride in their eyes.

Am I not the most wonderful apprentice?

I mean,

the warriors have all learned of the tales

of each giant piece of prey

that I brought back.

And in battle

I am only but the fiercest.

StarClan gave me no powers,

yet still I try hard to please the only ones I know.

The Clan is my life.

It is perfect,

beautiful,

and a goal set before me

one I can always go further than.

The warriors of old cannot face me.

One day I will not just be Gustpaw.

I will be Guststrike,

ruler of them.

Champion of warriors.

Soon the pinks of dawn

drift through the shattered rays

of the passing moon.

The little brambles glimmer

The frost appearing on their tired faces.

Gently I pry a paw

Between two of the stems.

A drizzle of water

Burning cold to my skin

Fall from above.

My mentor Flamestrike's voice

pierces through the delicate thoughts.

Her command is simple

the words make sense.

Of course I will go

I will complete the tasks.

I will live another day.