Leafpool's Memoirs

I’m taking a moment

To write my memoirs

Ponder about my regrets

And the life I’ve chosen

''Was it right? ''

Was it wrong?

Was it regrettable?

Was it forgettable?

A moment of truth

In my life of lies

It was neither right

It was neither wrong

My sons are gifted 

My daughter is special

My mate is somewhat loving now

His son is arrogant

I ran off once

Scared of the future

I was happy and content

I hope it hid my terror and confusion

Dark sky a haze

The world a spinning blur

My paw hanging off a cliff

The clear, perfect, blue eyes

I can see them now

Deadly, red, little berries

Black fur bristling

Cold, green eyes staring

My mind flashes

High, pure white drifts

Higher than eye’s sight

Three tiny kits mewling

Blind eyes looking up

“What does mallow look like?”

Anger flashing from his gaze

''Sympathy. “What does it smell like?”''

“Not our parents!”

The only words I hear

The rest of the fourtrees is in a haze

Spinning, spinning, not stopping

Do I have any regrets?

One, two, maybe three

I’m counting them on patrol

I see WindClan

Blue eyes, green eyes, amber

I see my own Clan

Rinse and repeat

Kits, kits, my kits

Tension cracks the air

So does lightning, claws, and blood

The fiery warrior has fallen

My father is dead

Those are my memoirs

I’m sure there’ll be more done the line

Not a straight line, but bumpy and curvy

Like my chosen path