If you want to live, let live. If you want to go, let go.
I'm not afraid to dream, to sleep, sleep forever. I don't need to touch the sky.I just want to feel that high, and you refuse to lift me.
Guess it wasn't real after all. Guess it wasn't real all along.
The moment Mimickit awoke she knew something was off. Though she couldn't explain it, chills ran down her spine. Maybe it was caused by the battle yowls coming form near the leaders den. Yes, now that she thought about it, that was probably it. Springing to her paws, and racing from the nursery, the black kit's eyes filled with hope: they were finally making a comeback! But as the cats came into view, her heart must have sunk a mile a minute. All she saw was Soaringflight, way too outnumbered to be even close to fair. If I fall and all is lost, it's where I belong.
And yes, is she was honest with herself, Mimi had been looking for her mother. The one who had left her and the clan to flee Pagannight's rule, when she had been too young and weak to follow. A flicker of disappointment cast over her yellow-grey eyes before she shook it out. Surely they weren't going to kill Soaringflight? It wasn't as if the cat posed much of a threat on her own. Making her way towards the cats so she'd be within hearing range for the fighting ShadowClan warrior, she mewed at the top of her lungs, "Leave Soar-Soaringflight, you can't win!" And come back later with my mother and some others, she added silently. She opened the warrior would know to do this without the advise of a kit. But better to yowl across the group of NightClanners than to risk never seeing her clanmate again.
Soaringflight had obviously been aiming for the element of surprise, and had been caught in the act. By now the whole clan ought to be awake, so her plan had pretty much been shattered to pieces.