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