Just look across the lake. Written in verse. - Mothpaw. A new apprentice. The new cats seem to menace. She can't believe her luck. A chance to leave and not get stuck. Close your eyes. Wait as your wing flies. Open them. Look at the lake. Look at the mountains again. She wanders. She wonders. She ponders. The sky thunders. Mothpaw enters the lake. She doesn't care if it is all fake. The world won't ever stop turning And her heart will never stop burning. Because she enters a cave. She can go back and say she is brave. A black creature emerges. She looks to her left and sees Applespark with an urge. The badger aims. Applespark loves these games. Mothpaw hides. Her eye opens to tides. She is scarred. She stays in this yard. Waiting to see if they care. But they're never there. - A different life. Written in verse. - It's okay. We've left our lives. Mothpaw ran away. At least she's still alive. A couple of rouges treated her wounds. She is scared with her paranoia. She is never going to be found. How do you enjoy? She spies on her old family. She sees patrols. They seem to do them happily. But what does she know about their souls?
