I remember when it began. When I snuck into that den, mixed in with that litter. As clear as the day...or, at least the stars. I remember the warmth of first friendships. I remember, I remember when true cold was only a distant memory. Why must I go? I have more lives. This shouldn't be happening. I did everything right. I did everything right.... At least I still have the dreams and memories. I still have that. Should I have entered Starclan? No, no. Most of them are decent, but I'll never forget this. Am I the first cat ever to take a seed from starclan's great trees, and not truly enter? To leave for the Darkforest and then the Void, rather then be friends with a jerk? It could be, it could be. The seed is nice. The seed of great trees...I will indeed treasure it. I hope it sees fertile soil again one day. How is the clan? Dreams are only a small part of the goings and comings after all. Is Ax (heh, he hates that nickname) doing well? Has to be doing better then me...it's so cold here. So very cold. On A More Joyful Note; Is this seed...glowing? Why do I feel as if my memory is fading? As if the cold is melting? Say, it feels warm. Why is this happening? Why do I feel born anew? Why are my past accomplishments slipping by as if nothing? And why do I feel so deeply tired...why is the quiet of the void flowing past me...me...m-....
A spin of a seperate long suffering project, made for the TBOL RolePlaying studio.
