Eight and Two Make TenTangledstar groaned as he stood up. The cold floor of MoonClan's cave didn't help him sleep very much, and the humidity made it even worse, casting a soggy layer over the cats. He looked around, realizing how down trodden everyone seemed. They were too tired to be fighting with each other, but there was still a level of tension that seemed to rise each passing day. Of course, it had only been a day. The storm kept up, showing no signs of stopping. The whirling winds howled into the cave, creating an ambient noise which dulled all their hearing. Yet, somehow there seemed to be a sense of ease. A white and black pelt suddenly came into vision as the tom turned his head. Iciclepaw. He was surprised the she-cat was up an moving already. She had been devastated just the other day, Eaglecry being the only one she could really tolerate. Yet, she padded over, a small smile on her face.Eight and Two Make Ten7 hours ago in Short Stories
"I brought you this moss. You kept turning last night, I thought this might help. It's not much but...
We must evacuate“Burntstar, we have to evacuate.” Littlerose stood in the leader’s den with Streamwater, a serious look her her gaze.We must evacuate7 hours ago in Short Stories
The new WaveClan leader twitched his brow. Streamwater had come in with Littlerose and told him about the brown warrior’s dream, claiming it was a warning from StarClan and that they had to evacuate far from the territory, possibly as far as MoonClan territory. A dream about drowning with no one there to help or hear her cries… it was too real to be true.
Then again, he had a personal interaction with StarClan for his leader ceremony. It was an… experience, but there was no denying that it was true. Perhaps he should take this seriously?
“Th-the dream was, ah, I really th-think it was f-f-f-rom StarClan. It has to be.” Streamwater spoke up, a frantic look in her eyes. For a moment the warrior bit her tongue, standing in silence until she could find the right words. “I-if we stay here we’ll… we won&
February Writing Prompts Chapter 2Chapter Two- The ConfessionFebruary Writing Prompts Chapter 28 hours ago in Short Stories
The doorbell rang, a perky three note tune. I look up from my sketchbook and quickly close it and set it on the coffee table, then get up and set my pencil on top of it before running over to the door and pulling my hood over my head. I take a breath and put my hand on the knob before pulling my hair over the left side of my face and cracking open the door. I blink and squint against the light. "…Crim?" I ask, feeling my face pale slightly.
"Hi, Canary," he greets softly, visibly making an effort not to look at me, instead, staring intently at his feet. "I.. uh, wanted to talk to you for a minute, if that's okay." He runs a hand through his red curls and I tilt my head and step outside, closing the door behind me.
"Okay," I say quietly, looking at him for a few moments before looking down. "What do you want to talk about?" I feel his gaze go to me, but I don’t look up or turn my head towards him. Instead I continue to stare at my rat
Not-So Little Brother (Vore M/m) Part 3THUDNot-So Little Brother (Vore M/m) Part 37 hours ago in Short Stories
Jason collected himself. He swallowed hard and ran at the wall again.
He was so close. Each time Jason impacted the wall of the vase, his tiny body was able to move it just a little closer to the edge of the desk.
It was difficult, mainly because Jason was half an inch tall, but also because the vase was opaque. He was blind, encased almost completely in darkness. He hoped his self-torture was not in vain.
He could easily be pushing the vase in the wrong direction. The pattern of the ceiling was the only thing Jason could make out. He grit his teeth and ran again.
Jason and the vase flew off the desk and hit the ground. The tiny teen rebounded off the walls before landing on the side of the vase with yet another THUD. Luckily, Billy's bedroom floor was carpet, so the soft noise of the vase hitting the ground wasn't enough to wake the sleeping giant. Jason's ears were ringing, however.
It took Jason a few moments to get his bearings. He crawled
The Fuse [TNT]Iciclebreath sighed. It was only midnight and yet...she was feeling so tired as if it has already been an entire night. She didn’t consider this very normal. She hung her head, looking at the ground sadly. She was so happy that she had finally gained her warrior name alongside the other apprentices yet.....she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was completely alone. She looked up at the roof of the caverns of Moonclan. She bit he bottom lip, holding back tears. No.... she won’t let herself cry today.....he wouldn’t have wanted her to do that. She turned her attention to the entrance and watched the open mountainside, waiting for the sun to rise. Her eyes drooped from an unknown exhaustion. She narrowed them, twitching her tail in impatience and determination to not suddenly fall asleep.The Fuse [TNT]6 hours ago in Short Stories
Iciclebreath felt a relieved smile grow upon her face at the sight of the rising sun. She her eyes flickered from her siblings to everything around her, her eye lids n
DMWAS - A Step BackDaria let her pencil fall from her hand as she leaned back on her chair, sighing. As it clanked onto the floor she stared up at the ceiling of the library taking deep breaths in and out in and out. Even though she tried to calm herself, she just couldn't stop her heart from pounding and pounding on. The adrenaline surged through her like a tidal wave, not caring that she wanted to take a moment without the thumping of her fight or flight response. Hormones, unlike Neurotransmitters, were like that. Not that Daria knew that biological fact. All she knew was that for once she wanted the despair of her depression to engulf her whole, make her lose interest in this whole business. But of course, that never obeyed her either.DMWAS - A Step Back2 hours ago in Short Stories
Ever since she saw those symbols on the wall, there was no going back.
She let the front two legs of her chair touch the floor again as she ran her fingers through her hair. She wanted to solve it, she really did. Of course she did, that's why she was sitting here, sta
PCOMM: shadowsythe13 Gold GearPCOMM: shadowsythe133 hours ago in Short Stories
Naomi the Sky Pirate
My mother was a plain country girl who lived in a tiny village in some nameless part of the world. Apparently, she fell in love with a traveling, charming young man named Pethro and had me. She was incredibly sickly, though, so she died shortly after I was born. I wish I could have met her, but all I know of her are the tales I heard from my father.
My father--indeed the most charming man I'd ever known--was a legendary, infamous sky pirate of the largest and most powerful pirate group in the world--the Black Dragons. He trained me from a young age how to use wit and guile in order to make a better place for myself in the world. Soaring in the sky was like a dream come true for a child who dreamed of following in her father's footsteps, and that dream lasted for many years. One day, however, my father was slaughtered before my eyes by agents of that damnable corrupted government. That day, I swore my revenge and esc
Twice Again: PrologueTwice Again: Prologue4 hours ago in Short Stories
Loki kinda wanted to go home.
He banished the thought - out of sight, and out of mind - before it can take root and blossom in his turmoiled thoughts. Perhaps the green monstrosity had hit him too hard, if he was missing "home" - wherever that was. Asgard? Where the Aesir looked at him with poison in their eyes and spoke to him with venom on their lips? Jotunheim? Whose king he had stabbed squarely in the back, who would welcome him with no less than a cold death?
Back to the present, Laufeyson. Focus. Loki bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Focus.
Today hadn't really gone the way he had planned. He would give the Avengers that much credit - and nothing more, of course. Instead of sitting on a large, golden throne, with all the mortals clamouring to kiss at his feet, Loki found himself... Well. Where should he start? With his still-smarting back pressed painfully against the wall? With the arrow nocked and ready, aimed at his eye? With the scepter - with HIS scepter - firmly claspe
RoM: Taking on NanukNanuk, polar bears, whatever you wanted to call the great ice giants it was hard to forget just how dangerous the creatures were. More than once in recent times they had attacked lone explorers and hunters. They were not a creature to be taken lightly – swift and deadly killers either on land or in the sea. The most recent attack of these creatures had the locals in uproar, and now the need to deal with this problem was dire. Talks in the town had come up with numerous solutions – find a way to scare them off, set sentries and ensure that people were educated on the dangers of venturing out alone. But one solution had proven more popular that others – to reduce the numbers in the area by asking tokota handlers to help.RoM: Taking on Nanuk2 hours ago in Short Stories
It was a beautiful night, the dark sky glistened with a thousand stars and the moon cast a soft, silvery light upon the earth. The soft snow on the ground seemed to glow and none could deny the beauty. The only thing which might have made it more perfec
Why Humans Shouldn't Mess With FaeThe two boys laughed, their brown eyes dark and lifeless even as they guffawed.Why Humans Shouldn't Mess With Fae5 hours ago in Short Stories
“Yeah, bitch, get back in the kitchen and make me a sandwich,” the second of the boys echoed, tapping his friend on the shoulder and gesturing at the soft, darkly colored girl. She continued playing her violin as she sat on the park bench.
“You ignoring us?” the first boy shouted, grinning like he’d won.
“I certainly am,” the girl said, her oaken skin shifting over her bones as her violin let out a beautiful noise. It was a shame, really, that the boys couldn’t appreciate the ethereal beauty of her strings.
“Oh, you think you’re hot shit, huh little bitch?” the second one shouted, emboldened by his companion.
“I just don’t think you’re worth the time,” she said, standing up, her violin still singing, a little faster now. She knew the boys’ egos would take a blow at her words. She hoped it would push them into com
Morning after the stormThe sun rising up over the houses lining the street, blue toned snow clashing against light yellow light. An old but strong tree bending under the weight of snow clinging heavily to it's branches making them dip towards the ground though no where close enough to making contact. From the tips of each branch frozen water glistens; dangling almost like beads in pairs of 2 capturing, and refracting the sunlight ever so brightly making them shine like crystal beading. It truly a beautiful sight.Morning after the storm25 minutes ago in Short Stories
FWP Chapter 3Chapter Three- The First DateFWP Chapter 38 hours ago in Short Stories
It's been three days since I told her and asked her to go on a date with me. Three long days. But it's been worth it. Or, at least, I hope it will be. Who am I kidding? I know it'll be worth it. If I had never met Canary, my life would be empty. And I'd be almost alone in this world. At least I'd have Lulu and Mom.
It's all I think about while I button up my grey button down, ha, button up my button down, funny, and then run my fingers through my still somewhat damp curls. I sigh softly and roll my shoulders before grabbing my wallet and shoving it into my pocket, then take my usual route down the stairs. Sliding down the railing, as always, is the best thing in the world for wet hair. I grin as I reach the bottom and walk into the kitchen, over to my mother, who's leaning with her elbows on the counter and rubbing her tired eyes. She stops when she gets a glimpse of me, sitting up and smiling softly. "Crimson," she says, walking over to meet