
Absence of you makes me weaker,
While i;m hanging on the edged of a cliff,
Maybe, you'll find yourself watching from a corner,
Tons of things that are dying,
Akebulan lay on the ground that sensed of many strange things, blood poured from the toms flank, while fly's buzzed over his head. Akebulan looked up, he had already crossed a border, but for him it did not mind because for sure this tom knew that life was short. Thunderclan, chasers, Riverclan, beaters, [i]Windclan, hitters, Shadowclan, killers.[/i], he thought grimly, watching as the stars brightened and the darkness crept over the sky for the third time today. Akebulan had been here for six moons, and already, the rats were looking at him as if he was a piece of meat.
