Darkened Skies (o)

Angry. Bitter. Resentful. Those were the emotions that were festering inside of the golden she-cat. Ever since finding out that some SkyClan cat had killed her mother, Songpaw had grown furious. Robinloft had been uplifting, and kind, and didn't deserve to be murdered. She'd marched out of camp this morning, the early fog thick. She heard a voice call after her, but she only ran faster, past Snakerocks, until she arrived at the Owl Tree. Robinloft had once told her about the night she snuck out with Beecloud and they hung out here. Tears pricked her eyes, and the multi-toed molly unsheathed her claws.

Scenting a bird, she stalked forward, hardly able to see it through the thick fog. Finally she found the bird, but just as she pounced, she saw it's red feathered belly. Songpaw went stiff, falling to the ground and tumbling a bit, the bird flying away unscathed. Now that robin is just as far away from me as my mother is.

Songpaw began to stand, her eyes downcast. The green grass was the same shade as Robinloft's blinded eye. A foggy green, and Songpaw sobbed. She sat there for maybe an hour, maybe three heartbeats, but it was unbearably long for her as she weeped. Turning, she saw the towering tree, and she didn't hesitate. She unsheathed her claws, digging them in. It was hard, and she fell a bunch of times, once even hitting a branch with the side of her cheek. It was still bleeding. But eventually, she made it, four foxlengths up in the tree.

And she yowled. Loud and clear, filled with despair, love, anger, desperation, grief, anguish, longing, bitterness, and sorrow. She yowled for several heartbeats, tears dripping down her cheeks, mixing with blood. Did you hear me, Mom? Do you see me? I'm calling to you.