[Phoenix]

[atrb=border,0,true] in my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby...

Orange streaks crossed the sky, and white clouds turned pink and purple in the light of the setting sun. Birds quieted down, as though sensing the passing of the day, giving way to the night creatures and taking shelter in their nests. Perhaps she should do the same? Littlepaw wasn't sure. All she really knew was that she did not want to leave this peaceful clearing for a crowded apprentice's den. To her, the small area seemed severely lacking in adequate space for all of them. But that could be because she had a bully and a pessimist for denmates. One could never be too far away from those kinds of cats. Not that she would ever tell them that, of course. She valued her peace too much, and she would probably have to work with them when they were older. It wouldn't do much good to burn bridges now. Or ever. Laying on her back in the flowers, the small apprentice seemed to shrink, her little figure now blending in with the surrounding plants. She felt just as small too, as she looked up at the darkening sky with bright green eyes. There was the first star, shining persistently against the fading orange and red light. However, soon it would lose its importance and meaning, and just become another one of the numerous stars that sparkled in the sky. It would blend in, become just another thing... a number, something. Watching it, Littlepaw wasn't quite sure how to phrase the feeling. It would be insignificant in the great scheme of things, supposedly no different from any other star. Would anyone care if it suddenly disappeared? Would anyone notice? Don't be a mousebrain, she told herself, shaking her head forcefully. There's no reason for such morbid thoughts, and over a star at that. It's just a star, nothing more. Not a cat. Littlepaw's tail twitched. And most certainly not you, the smallest, most traitorous part of her mind added. But really, these were very morbid thoughts. Thoughts that did not belong in the mind of an apprentice barely six moons old, especially not on a beautiful night like this. Trying to forget them, Leafpaw batted at the air with a small paw, not quite sure what she had been aiming for. The sky was very pretty. Had she never noticed it before? She would have to look up more often. Content, the apprentice rested there on her back, the last rays of the sun reflecting on bright green eyes, oblivious to the world. Words: Something in the 400s

...i lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me