I see a mushroom cloud
It covers up the sun
You try to scream out loud
But I’m just having fun
Pitter patter of feet. Singing reverberating through your body. Heat, cloying and clammy.
Where are you? It's not your clan. The air is different. You are different.
Can you even remember who you are?
Who are you?
Swamppaw, thin to point of starvation, glittering white pelt dulling and wide yellow eyes teary. // BoneClan
Spiderpaw, small, soft-furred and lithe, haz