He would break for them, Protect, Bleed, Rip, Die, For his clan. He shouldn't feel so... useless. never, He could disappear. It would make him feel happy, but his clan would make bones snaping feel good. he was so sick of it, and this time, it wasn't grief that filled him, in fact, he wasn't even full at all. his body, it was useless, was it even so worth it? are you proud? Flurryclan? So many times, The hell in his mind, But it was the only place he knew. only place, He lost, it was wrong, He felt... happy, dying, it felt good, this /time/ He was sick And he loved it so much! He loved it! He... he loved it... He should love it. So... why. he died for his clan- "Help me..." Break. "help..." Oh well! ... oh well... oh well... He can't give up. snap. It would never go away, but it should have never been there anyway. he would break for his clan... no matter what he lost. even his life. Remember to smile...
