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.
