Arms of an Angel

[Kat]

Thunderheart

Thunderheart was proud of the concert at StoneClan. He had watched as his clan sang, and an odd nostolgia filled his heart. However, as soon as the little concert had ended, he crept away to a large tree on the opposite border. As he looked down on the ground far below, he thought.

I wish I could sing. The others, their voices had been so beautiful! They filled the air with a beauty that withstood all others. And Moonfire, sweet Moonfire. Her voice was like an angels. And Raccoonstar's! Such a deep, pure beauty. Why must i be cursed with a horrible singing voice?

Thunderheart sighed, and looked up at the stars. They each shone with greatness, each a fallen warrior. Thunderheart wished that he would someday be as high as they were, that he would one day shine with greatness.

Thunderheart took a small breath, and then closed his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to give in. He couldn't do it, he could not bear to do it. He opened his eyes once more, looked to the stars with a pure sadness, and quietly began to sing. He could barely hear himself, he knew that no one on the forest floor would be able to hear him.

"Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough?
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold, wet den, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold, wet den, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here."

As the song drew to a close, Thunderheart curled into a ball, and slept precariously on the branch high in the trees as it began to rain.