⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆Alone in a void of darkness, floating through space. Time being nothing but a word with no meaning. Thoughts being washed away until a numbness falls over you.⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ *Myrtlemelody gathers his strength and lifts up from the mossy nest on the medicine dens dirt floor. He glances out of the den at the crowded clearing, tears gathering in his eyes. Was he ever going to be okay again? He just wanted to hunt and fight for his clan, to talk with his clan-mates and walk around camp with confidence. But he couldn't do that now, because he was hurting now more than ever before. He trudged out of the den, keeping his head low and staying in the shadows. He made it to the camp entrance and pawed out onto the warm sandy dunes he called home. The moon was full and at its highest peak and Starpelt was bright and many in numbers. He made his way past multiple cacti filled hills, stopping on one clear of anything except sand. He sat and gazed up at the stars, his eyes gleaming with fresh tears in the moonlight. A large smile is obvious on his lips as he recalls his life thus far. He has had so many adventures and friends. They have always been here for him. And even though he hasn't found himself yet he doesn't think it will be long. He recalls his journeys through glassy eyes as he gazes up at the stars. He ran with Woolgather'whimsy through the sandy dunes and dusty tunnels until they came to the loners territory and jumped through the trees and made flower crowns. He traveled with Whisper'melody out on the desert in the sun and laid on the warm rocks before going hunting and then racing through the trees. He had met Crowned'triumph on the border of Thunder'clan and talked. He had traveled onto Shadow'clan territory and met with Vine'swirl. He had been attacked by a hawk and Whisper'melody had helped him. He had been confined to camp. But through it all he had friends. He had /friends/. He was thankful for his friends. He had finally found himself. He had /found/ himself. Through his /friends/. Tears streamed down his cheeks as his eyes clouded. He was happy. For once since his friend died years ago he was /happy/. "Thank you... my wonderful friends." He whispered. He will always love them all. He will /always/ need them in his life. Because they are his life. He is not living for himself but for his friends. He stood and shook his head as he limped back to camp. His claws unsheathed and dug into the sand below him. His tears had eased and a sense of peace and shifted onto his chest, blooming around him and causing him nothing but joy. He would go back to camp and be the best warrior ever. He would never let anyone down again, he would forever love himself and those around him. But for now, it was time to go home. He is okay. He is loving himself. I am okay. I am loving myself. He is at peace. I am at peace. Outro- This is the last project I will ever make that is on this profile. I just want to say thank you to all of my followers and rping friends. I will now be on
