Composed of an element so weak, so frail
Every time she reaches for the sky, she fails
The escape from her shattered existence
Lies above out of her own reach
But still sinking further and further
Into her own self-pity


Tearstar had been there a few moons before Banestar had. Well...actually not many more than Banestar had. Tearstar was just becoming leader as Banepaw was becoming a warrior. It had been some time ago, but not long enough to consider what all had happened. Banestar was now of course leader. Though not many did approve of her leadership. But somebody had to do it. That was the way Tempestclan was. Each cat was loyal, but each cat wanted themselves to be in the position she found herself in. Oh nonsense. That was absolutely theoretically impossible and ridiculous. They were mad for even thinking those retched thoughts. But those thoughts had been her own at one time.

The crack, the cut, the shattered tears
That hit the pavement
In this crumbling existence, like a champagne glass
Held together at its last seams
With every try there's a little more bleeding
As her heart is leaking

Paws quickened, lightning yellow eyes uneasily sliding over the territory she roamed over. It was her own but something was amiss, as usual. For once the rain had ceased. The lake's rising level would know no boundaries and soon...a plan must be taken. Lands would be needed from somewhere else. Of course another clan. That would be easy enough. Tempestclan was never one to struggle. But after this last battle, who knew what was to happen.

The crack, the cut, the shattered tears
That hit the pavement
All she wants to do now is finish this
Tip the glass to the floor
Watch it shatter

And then her eyes found what she was looking for. What was making her uneasy. Her nose sought out the smell. It wasn't another clan, it was that of a loner? One of old thoughts. One that she would remember? One that she had never met? One that nobody would miss? The possibilities were so endless, so thrilling and heart stopping but yet so dominating over her mind. But not over her heart. The she-cat's heart was a free spirit, never tied or locked to her body but thrown high in the sky like a bird. "On my territory is where you do not belong tom." Her voice was spat. Normal for any Tempestclan soul.

So she will strive and strive reaching for the sky
As she cuts and bleeds
Waiting for the day she strives to be
This broken glass thrown into heaven