Post by lakeripple on Jun 17, 2010 14:31:56 GMT -8
flashpaw
[/color]I'm flying
Flying high
Being the pigeon
You're the statue[/center][/font]
The lake was dull. He couldn't remember a time when it was lit up and pretty. It was a dull, ugly lake. But for some reason he always came here to think. And think. And think some more. Not that it ever helped. On the contrary, right now it was clouding his thoughts even more. It was making him confused because all he could think about was what the lake would have looked like if it was clear and beautiful. And then he started thinking about Dreampaw's eyes. And then he was lost for good.
He wanted to be her superhero. But how could he? He was nothing, he was useless. He was... Flashpaw. The mousebrained tom who had managed to get himself captured by Foxcloud, and had to use other FireClan cats to get free. Oh, and her. She was more his superhero than he could ever be hers. And that didn't make him feel any better. She had to think him weak. If she didn't, well, then he worried for her health. She should think him weak. He was weak. Sooooooooooooo weak. And she was amazing.
Probably because she was so talented. You just had to look at her to know that she had a future ahead of her. You'd look at him and think that he must get a lot of looks from the she-cats, then move on. Loser. Failed superhero. No future. Dead meat.
That was him. Flashpaw, the hunk of dead mouse meat. And not the fresh kind, the one with flies all around it. Crowfood. Not pleasant. No, not at all. He was just lucky that Dreampaw thought differently. He was just lucky that she could see things in a different light.
He was lucky that she had even looked at him.
