playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?
blackwind woke with a pain in her belly.she got up and went to nightstalker."i think its time."she mewed.nightstalker got up and picked up some fresh moss and put it in the nursery."come with me."nightstalker took her to the nursery.then angelstar came over."its time isn't it?"nightstalker turned and nodded."we better hurry,or things will go wrong!"nightslaker mewed.they ran to the nursery and blackwind fell on the ground,blood splatted on the ground.nightstalker eyes grew wide.angelstar her the mews of pain coming from the nursery."is she alright?!"angelstar yelled worried."she'll be fine!"nightstalker yelled back.blackwind closed her eyes and a kit plopped on the moss and nightstalker begain to lick it.blackwind looked at the grey kit."i'm going to name him breezekit."