Rolling Mousefur

A rolling girl is always far away

In her dream world she longs to stay

So much noise buzzing round inside her head

All the worries never end, all the worries never end...

"Are you okay...?"

Mousefur's eyes flickered open, she glared around, complete darkness. "If this is a trick, I'll claw your-"

"Mousefur, would your own brother trick you?" The lithe brown tabby tom appeared in front of her.

"R-Runningwind..." Her voice trailed off, she longed to say more, but the words caught in her throat. "Thornpaw and I could've saved you, we could've-..." Mousefur couldn't say more, for Runningwind rose his tail for silence.

It was only a few days after his death, the attack Tigerclaw had set out for them. Firestar said he saw Whitethroat over the tom's body. She longed to kill that tom, but it turns out he died on the thunderpath anyways.

The tom shook his head slightly. "It wasn't your fault, sister..." He murmured softly, eyes warm and sparkling with youth.

"You just... Disappeared, we were attacked..And you just left us!" She sobbed, half yelling in mock anger.

He looked shaken and turned away. "I was trying to protect you and Thornpaw. The only way was to sacrifice myself for the ones I love most."

Mousefur's eyes widened. "I didn't mean what I said..."

"I knew exactly what you meant."

"No problem" is so easily said

But now, is there any meaning left?

She fails once more, fails once more

After searching for the odd one out in the crowd,

She starts spinning again...

"Are you okay?" Mousefur slowly padded into the elders den, where Longtail was crouched low in a corner.

He looked up, yet she knew he couldn't see anything. His vision failed him only days before.

"You don't get what it feels like, Mousefur..." Before she could question him he answered, "I know your scent by heart."

She glanced away slightly. But he continued.

"The darkness, constant, you can't see anything, all you can do is smell, hear and taste...I feel so, helpless...Worthless..." His voice lowered to a mutter.

Mousefur padded over and almost pressed against him, but then turned and slowly padded out.