Believer || Honeyheart

[ladyspectral]

First things first
I'mma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh

Honeyheart sat at the top of the
green boulder, staring down at the sparse group of rogues and loners
that had gathered. All were thin, some sick. All of them desperate. At
her paws sat the body of a fat hare, snatched from the fields of
Mothclan. On her shoulders sat a mockingbird, head turning occasionally.
She let out a yowl, paw lurching rest on the hare as she began to snarl
out in rage to the gathered cats. She spoke of their greed, hatred and
cruelty.

The crowd ate it up.

Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh

Honeyheart listened to the clan cats speak at night. They said she was just an outsider, weak. Useless in the end, forgettable. In the daytime they took her prey for their pile, eating it without a concern for her as she interpenetrated the dangers to come and plotted a course through the city. They thought she would be nothing, always nothing. Nobody.

I was broken from a young age
Taking my soul into the masses
Write down my poems for the few
That looked at me Took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heart ache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...

Wasp hissed and yowled as she was shoved about, unable to get her paws under herself for a second before the ground was ripped away from them again. Her ears flattened as she dropped into a crouch, simply being scooped up with a paw under her belly. The two ginger tom kits towered above her, meowing to each other in frustration as their smaller litter mate simply refused to spar with them.

With a final smack to her head, they lost interest in her and wandered off. Wasp staggered to her feet, stumbling off to the tree she usually lingered around. As she sat down, a soft chirp caught her attention and she turned her head. A small gray bird stared at her, barely old enough to fly. She reached her paw out to prod it tenderly, curious.

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my God, they came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer.

Her paws slammed into the deputy's side, a yowl of rage escaping her jaws as she was knocked onto her side. Pain erupted from her back, rolling down into open a trap Rozeblaze so happily fell into. The rogue's paws gripped the she cat's, back legs working to rapidly kick and slash at her own now exposed belly. A risky move, but if done well quite worth the damage it inflicted.

the battle raged around her, the battle she loved. The battle she craved. She would have been a liar if she said she didn't love the fight.

Third things third
Send a prayer to the ones up above
All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh-ooh
Your spirit up above, oh-ooh

Wasp, no, Honeyheart prowled alongside the edge of the thunder path. Animals were often struck on them, sometimes dogs or squirrels or even cats. As cruel and fickle as they were, the monsters left free prey just sitting out in the sun to be snatched. It was usually fresher than in the green storage bins the two legs left their crow food in, if less stable of a food source.

Suddenly she paused, spotting the tell tale signs of white feathers on the path. A dove lay there, feathers partially soaked red from it's blood. Fresh.

I was choking in the crowd
Living my brain up in the cloud
Falling like ashes to the ground
Hoping my feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like...

The park was noisy, it always was. But, this time it was different. Three cats stood before the rogue, stars glittering in their pelts and eyes so cold. Wasp stared at the trio in awe, wondering how they could be so beautiful.

Their words held no beauty. The one in the middle, a large tom spoke their curse. As he spoke, a beautiful blue butterfly was eaten whole by a swooping gray bird a few paces behind them.

"Watch not the path you walk, but those who walk it with you. They shall be your end, Wasp."

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer
Pain!
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my God, they came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

The dream would not fade that day, as all dreams do. Like they're supposed to. The tom's words echoed in her mind as she wandered through the park, freezing as a blue butterfly danced around her ears. Horror rose in her chest as it fluttered off, watching a gray bird swoop from the trees gracefully to catch it mid flight.

Her horror faded quickly into rage. Starclan had a curse, well she had her claws.

My name is Honeyheart. The forest will run red with the blood of your kin.

Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh-ooh
The blood in my veins, oh-ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like...


Honeyheart sat on the smaller silver boulder, staring upward at the glittering sky. She often stargazed at night, when her kits had fallen asleep. She pondered her life, wondering where she would be if things were different. If she had been treated like a cat from the start. Maybe she would be content, not leading a group of dangerous cats she could barely control. The cats that would be the death of her.

She never wanted this for herself.