The ngọn lửa, chữa cháy lapped at the trees, smothering the forest. Nothing looked familiar to Waterlily, it all looked distant, as if she was no longer a part of it. She was alone amongst the trees, and she tensed herself as the sound of approaching mèo drew nearer and nearer...
Suddenly the mèo of StarClan surrounded her, staring respectably at her as if she was their leader. She looked around, from one way to the other, and realized at long last that there was a không gian in between Crowstar and another cat.
"What's happening?" Waterlily asked, her call echoing.
"Waterlily," Grassstar croaked, her old-age hiển thị through.
Of course, Waterlily thought. Grassstar is old here because she was happy at the end of her life, with her strong Clan and her growing kits.
"It's not my time!" Waterlily protested, suddenly realizing what was happening. She was joining StarClan.
Grassstar and Crowstar, mother and daughter, looked distantly into a không gian behind Waterlily. She turned and saw what they were looking at - an image of her, lying motionless on her medicine cat's den. I wonder if they've noticed me yet, Waterlily thought silently. If they even care.
As silent as her thoughts, she stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp to the không gian left for her, sat in it and watched sadly as her Clan continued with their lives. Oh well.
She was dead to them now.
Suddenly the mèo of StarClan surrounded her, staring respectably at her as if she was their leader. She looked around, from one way to the other, and realized at long last that there was a không gian in between Crowstar and another cat.
"What's happening?" Waterlily asked, her call echoing.
"Waterlily," Grassstar croaked, her old-age hiển thị through.
Of course, Waterlily thought. Grassstar is old here because she was happy at the end of her life, with her strong Clan and her growing kits.
"It's not my time!" Waterlily protested, suddenly realizing what was happening. She was joining StarClan.
Grassstar and Crowstar, mother and daughter, looked distantly into a không gian behind Waterlily. She turned and saw what they were looking at - an image of her, lying motionless on her medicine cat's den. I wonder if they've noticed me yet, Waterlily thought silently. If they even care.
As silent as her thoughts, she stepped phía trước, chuyển tiếp to the không gian left for her, sat in it and watched sadly as her Clan continued with their lives. Oh well.
She was dead to them now.
I wrote this and I don't know if we should use it should we??
Snow will lead the way though his icy mountains are gone
And Sharp claws will pierce the flesh of one he thought he could count on.......
The yellow herb will find her inner passion
The illness of fear spread like wildfire
A fog of blue will try to stop the evil illness with her compassion
Fear will grip the tim, trái tim of all but one.....
The one with the scar of evil
The scar from the sun
This is I don't think it is very good but your call bạn guys
Snow will lead the way though his icy mountains are gone
And Sharp claws will pierce the flesh of one he thought he could count on.......
The yellow herb will find her inner passion
The illness of fear spread like wildfire
A fog of blue will try to stop the evil illness with her compassion
Fear will grip the tim, trái tim of all but one.....
The one with the scar of evil
The scar from the sun
This is I don't think it is very good but your call bạn guys