Post by puddlestep on Jul 23, 2009 18:14:32 GMT -5
puddlestep
You sing to me
And in your words I hear the melody
But in the twilight it's so hard to see
What's wrong for meI can't resist
Until you give the truth a little twist
As if you're ganna get away with this
You're not sorry
I can't believe I fell for this
I fell through the hole
Down at the bottom of your soul
Didn't think you would go solo
he couldn't believe it was happening to him. the silver tabby tom walked out into the rain, watching each single drop fall from the dark bellies of clouds above. she was doing this to him. she was making everything fall down from where he thought he was. up on the top of the world it was so sweet. nothing could have ever brought him down. except for her. puddlestep found himself seething with unwanted anger as he splashed through the forest, each large paw hitting the ground as drizzles of water fell upon his pelt. she was haunting him. the white she-cat that had been with him his whole life. she was following his every step, watching his every move, and making his usually playful personality run downhill. for some reason, puddlestep couldn't get his mother out of his head, and it was tearing him apart.
she died many moons ago, during a bought of illness. it hadn't bothered him then. she had pulled him down his whole life: an overprotective mother that only wanted the best for him. ya, right. she was just there to bring him down, to pull him away from what he wanted most in life - freedom. finding a small oak tree where the rain couldn't reach through, puddlestep sat down to sort out his emotions. it was unreasonable for him to feel this way, to feel like the whole world was crashing down on him. it was just his personality, though. he would often feel emotions more than any other cat, and was constantly feeling worried or overly joyful or sad. it was a bit of a curse, really, and puddlestep blamed his mother. she had inflicted this on him: the way that she was always pressing down and wanting him to have the best, but really it just made him paranoid. everything had to be perfect, and every single thing needed to go the way that he planned. his mother had ruined his life for him, but he couldn't do anything about it now.
the fact dawned on him as he sat alone and wet under the oak tree. the silence was depressing, and the only that could be heard was the constant plopping of drops of rain. the silver tabby sat there, a fish out of water. his fur stood out with a major contrast against the dark brown of the tree. the silver was drenched and had become a bland gray, and his long ears were pressed against his head. he closed his blue eyes longingly. he longed to be social, but found it hard to attach to one when the weight of the world was crashing down on him all the time. he would hear his mother's voice in his ear - "don't do that, puddlekit." "no, puddlekit, only kits that don't want to be a warrior can do that" she was hounding him, and whenever he wanted to do something, like talk to a she-cat, for example, she would be there with the phrases that she had etched into his mind when he was young. there was something wrong with him, he even admitted to himself, but nothing could be done about it. even the medicine cat couldn't help him. he was a mess, like a rain cloud surrounded by clear, blue skies. he stood out in a crowd. it wasn't his small body that drew eyes to him, but the way he looked either sullen, or anxious, or excited. every emotion was heightened with him, and it was all her fault.
he would never be alone, not with her voice in his head for the rest of his life. but he had to live with it. just like a penguin needs to live with the fact that it is never going to fly. puddlestep let out a sigh, and stood up. he was ready to go back now. the anger had faded, and was now traded for something that felt like relief. he knew that his mother had messed up his life for him, but what could he do? absolutely nothing he thought. puddlestep walked back slowly to the camp, letting his long, silver tail drag along the muddy ground, and letting his bright blue orbs wander around the forest, looking for something to do to excuse his absence when he got back to the cherryclan camp. his somewhat short tail became extremely dirty, but what did he care any more? at that moment, a small mouse darted out from underneath a fern, and puddlestep quickly flicked his paw out to catch it. landing down hard on the mouse, he felt overwhelming satisfaction fill his mind. it was just a mouse, but it felt to him like he had just caught an eagle. he was filled with excitement and joy for his accomplishment, and he grabbed the mouse in his mouth. "i'm proud of you, puddlekit" her voice came back in to his head. "sure you are, mom. sure you are..."
puddlestep kept walking. away from his past, away from his mother, and away from the emotions that constantly kept him from excelling. it would always be this way. and he would always be flying solo.
Look at what you've done
You're listening to what you want?
Got me ready to go solo
SoloYou sang to me
Too bad you couldn't even stay on key
If real life is such a mystery
Why didn't you just stick to acting
Oh
Here we go again
You couldn't find my number until when
You thought that you could get to my best friend
Without a script your game is lacking
LYRICS BY DEMI LOVATO - - SOLO
he sounds like a fun cat to plot with.