CyndraofShadowClan

Each step she took seemed like another step to death or salvation. Whichever came first. She didn't know what to do. Her heart was racing, her mind clouded like the sky. The rain poured over the land quicker than it could soak it in. She pushed her knotted black hair aside and her one good eye glowed in the dark. She didn't know where she was going; didn't know where she would end up. I can't do this! she screamed in her head. I can't take any more of this suffering! Her legs were sore from running but she wouldn't stop until they gave in. You're weak! You're alone! That's all you've ever been! The painful reminder of that thing, that monste