Cow of the Wild - Chapter 1Chapter 1 Child's PlayCow of the Wild - Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sun was setting over the hills and the sky glowed pink. The last golden lights of the evening spilled over the forest floor, dappling the low growing foliage and bed of pine needles beneath. The honey light squeezed through a narrow crevice and into a small loamy wolf den.
There were three of the animals within two adults and a small pup. The adults lay still, sleeping soundly, their bodies pressed together tightly. One of them was a large grey male with a thick reddish stripe down his back, and sleeping beside him was his mate. She was a petite wolf with a pale silvery pelt and a white underbelly. Behind them, the dark reddish ball of fur that was their pup spun in circles, snapping at her tail. After several failed attempts to catch it, she fell back on her haunches, and eyed her parents mischievously.
"Dad?" she called quietly.
The big male didn't move.
Cow of the Wild - Chapter 2CHAPTER 2 I DARE YOUCow of the Wild - Chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think I'm going to claw my own eyes out, I'm so bored," Alari complained.
Midnight looked over from where she was leaping up at the ceiling of the den, snapping at roots and trying to pull them down.
"You should try this, Alari. It's kind of fun," she invited her friend.
Alari padded over and watched Midnight leap for the root again, her jaws snapping shut on air, her body falling back to the ground. Alari was highly unimpressed with this game, but gave it a try anyway.
Leaning low to the ground and bunching her muscles, then rocketing up at the root. When her face reached the ceiling she quickly snapped at the root, her teeth closing over it easily. Midnight laughed as she hung there by her teeth for a moment and then flopped to the ground when the root broke. The ceiling showered them all with a layer of light red dust. Midnight and Alari both doubled over in laughter while Bone paced nervously.
Cow of the Wild - Chapter 3CHAPTER 3 Wolf CowCow of the Wild - Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What! Alari, no!" Bone cried, puffing out his fur, "Midnight take back your dare, don't make her go!"
"Shut up, Bone," snarled Midnight, never breaking eye contact with Alari. The two young she-wolves were both standing in tall, dominant postures, staring down their rival evenly. Bone glanced between the two nervously, "Then go, Alari. And don't come back unless you break a piece of it off to prove you really went."
"No problem," hissed Alari through her teeth, turning around and trotting down the hill towards the man-made thing. Bone loped after her, his long legs carrying him effortlessly faster than hers.
"Alari, wait! The Fence is dangerous! You don't have to go!"
"Oh, stop worrying, Bone," Alari frowned over at him as they walked, "I'll be fine. It's just a thing. And it'll show Midnight whose boss."
Out of nowhere, she turned around and licked his muzzle. He stared down at her in disbelief. B
Space Story - Chapter 1The airlock doors hissed as they opened steam the colour of bubble gum slithered from the rectangular opening of the ship.Space Story - Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So this is home for the next six months?" breathed Adrian, slowly rotating his helmet until it clicked and then removing it all together, "smells like gummy bears."
Stark rolled his eyes, clicking off his own helmet with the speed and fluid ease of an old pro. He tore off a heavy white glove and ran his hand through his thinning head of cropped dark hair. Stark's chapped lips hardened into a frustrated line at his companion.
"Stop gawking. You'll embarrass the cadets," he snapped crabbily at the newbie. Holding the reflective screen of his bio-helmet in front of his face, he could see the little man stumbling around like an idiot behind him, swiping his hand through ribbons of pinkish fog and craning his neck to gasp up at the dull grey ceiling. Goddamn new boys, always making asses of thems
Pounding Head And there was that pounding in his head again beating in his ears like a snare drum keeping the time for the army as lines of cadets marched in the rain, black leather boots crushing puddles to cobblestone and splashing water up like a miniature tsunami. A tsunami which would rise up and swell from the ocean, grabbing at the buildings and pulling them down greedily. Greedy the way the tax man ripped the poor man's home away, leaving him depressed and alone and beaten. Beaten the way the blond woman curled up on her bathroom floor with bruises on her face and arms was by her husband, the husband she can't leave because of some misguided and self-destructive sense of loyalty. Loyalty rooted in the confusion between love and terror, the loyalty felt by the boy who demands his kidnapper not be punished, and psychiatrists gravely announce has developed Stockholm syndrome, the way he falls asleep in her mother's arms, dreaming oPounding Head1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 2Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cleavepool woke when she felt a paw poke her side.
"What is it?" she grumbled.
"Leafpool, it's Firestar. Have you seen Brambleclaw? I cant seem to find the lazy furball."
Cleavepool's eyes shot open when she remembered what she did last night. She had killed Brambleclaw, and had swam his body out to the middle of the lake, where it slowly sunk into the blue-black murky water...
"No, Firestar. I haven't seen him. Maybe he went out to hunt?"
"Maybe. But I haven't seen him all morning."
"Well I'm sure he'll show up."
"Yeah, he probably will."
With those last few words, Firestar padded out of Cleavepool's den. She was about to go back to sleep, when she heard Firestar call a clan meeting.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"
Cleavepool grumbled as she got up and walked out into the clearing, the bright sunlight blinding her for a few seconds.
"Has anyone seen Brambleclaw?" Firestar asked.
The clan was silent. Everyone was looking
The Donner Party"Of course it's not alright. Are you mad?!"The Donner Party2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His voice is commanding as anything, stopping me dead in my tracks. Of course it isn't. Of course it isn't. What am I doing? Their eyes are on me. Staring at me. Accusing me. Am I going mad? How is it that no one else has thought of it? Perhaps they are the mad ones. When faced with this or death, I would gladly choose this.
"Step back Jonathan," he repeats, taking a step closer to me, his boots crunching on the permafrost. I can feel them closing in on me. They're like wolves. Hypocrites. They converge on me now like a pack defending it's own, when they were staring like a hungry pack of animals at it just before. Why are they doing this? All I've done is vocalize what everyone else is surely thinking.
Peter's hand slowly glides toward his gun, firmly set in
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 4Cleavepool stared blankly into the clearing. Sandstorm was horrified. "W-We couldn't move her body. Not until you saw her, Firestar." Firestar froze. Cleavepool looked around. Everyone was horrified. She couldn't blame them. Finding Cloudtail at the gathering and now having Squirrelflight's body show up. Then Ashfur spoke.Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We have to go get her body, Firestar. We can't just let it sit there..."
"...You're right Ashfur. Brightheart, Sandstorm, and Leafpool. Can you come with me to go get her?"
The four cats traveled through the forest, Sandstorm leading them to the place where Squirrelflight's body was. Cleavepool could already smell the stench, and they were still aways away from it. Cleavepool's eyes started to water the closer they got to the body. In almost no time, they patrol pushed through the bushes and into the small clearing that Cleavepool had killed Squirrelflight in.
After the StormAfter the Storm1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thorn sat alone gazing up at the storm clouds blowing away across the moon, leaving behind a fresh rain-washed world. The storm had broken almost as soon as he had killed Talon and the rain had washed the blood from his paws and muzzle, although Thorn was sure he could still smell it.
The silence was welcoming. He had spent so long on his own that being back with the pack made him feel uncomfortable. They still didn't like him. Even though he had rid them from Talon's cruel reign they still eyed him with distrust. They feared him. Had nothing changed?
Thorn's nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent and he turned in time to see the slender shape of Chill slip out from the surrounding forest. "What are you doing out here?" She asked, sitting down beside him and wrapping her tail over her paws. Thorn shrugged his powerful shoulders. "Nothing. It feels better to be alone anyway." He replied. "Does it?" Chill asked in response. The question caught Thorn off guard. "Well, yes and no. But
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 3"Leafpool, can I speak with you?"Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sure Cloudtail. What is it?"
"There's a thorn stuck in my paw."
"I see." Cleavepool walked away from the herbs she was sorting and over to Cloudtail. "Hold out your paw, please."
Cloudtail held out his paw. Cleavepool took a hold to the thorn in her mouth and pulled it out.
"So," Cleavepool said as she spit out the thorn. "Who's going to the gathering tonight?"
"I'm not sure. Firestar hasn't announced it yet.
"I hope I get to go."
'Oh Cloudtail. You will be there. Just not how you expect to be...' Cleavepool thought with a grin.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later, Leafpool." As Cloudtail turned to leave, Cleavepool took out a syringe that was hidden in her herb supply. She charged at him and as she did, Cloudtail turned his head and was shocked when the syringe was stuck in his neck and the plunger was pushed in, causing whatever medication that was in it to go into his bloodstream.
"W-what? W-what was that f-for?" Cloudtail's speech started to s
A Poem About WordsA Word on WordsA Poem About Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve never been very good with words.
I spend so much time searching for the right ones,
For that one perfect phrase to describe a feeling.
Slippery as a sunfish it incessantly escapes me,
Or gets hooked upon my lip.
It’s difficult to say what I mean,
Let alone mean what I say.
And words make it so much harder;
Ineffectual, impersonal and imprecise as they are.
I might say I love a steaming pot of tea in the morning,
Or a big cozy sweater on a winter’s day.
But sweaters and tea don’t quite add up to how I feel about you.
You might say a rose is pretty,
Or a sunset.
But I am hardly a flower or a sinking star.
I wish there were a way to pinpoint these feelings,
To let you know exactly what they are.
Instead I tread water futilely,
Drowning in the vagueness of language;
I simply choose silence.
Perhaps worst of all about words,
Is that they can lose their luster so devastatingly quickly.
I want meaning to permeate time; to last forever
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 1Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leafpool silently padded over the fallen leaves. She had a firm grip on the cleaver she was carrying in her mouth. The moonlight made the blade glow.
'Leafpool.' she thought. 'What a stupid name. Cleavepool would be more exciting. Yes, Cleavepool.'
Her paws stopped moving. Thunderclan camp was right through these bushes.
'Am I really going to do this? Will I really kill these cats? They are innocent... No.
they're not. They caused me so much pain and suffering...'
Yes. She was going to do this. She would spare no cat's life. She would pick them off one by one...
Cleavepool silently set her knife down outside of the camp entrence. She silently walked into the warriors den and woke up Brambleclaw.
"Brambleclaw, do you want to go on a nighttime hunt with me?" Cleavepool looked at him pleadingly.
"Leafpool, I'm trying to sleep." now leave me alone.
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 5Sandstorm was devistated. Cleavepool was thrilled. It was all going according to plan. Blaming Sandstorm was just perfect! But she had to figure out who she was going to kill next.Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the cats in the clearing started to go back to their duties, Cleavepool saw a small cream colored apprentice looking talking to Firestar. It was Berrypaw, wondering who should mentor him, now that Firestar believed that Brambleclaw was dead.
Cleavepool narrowed her amber eyes. Yes that brat would do. The clan would like like the peace and quiet. She smirked and walked over to Firestar and Berrypaw. "Excuse me, Firestar, but I could help mentor him. I can fight too, you know."
Firestar looked at Cleavepool. "Alright, Leafpool. You may mentor him, for today."
Cleavepool nodded and turned to look at Berrypaw. The cream colored apprentice grumbled, he did not like the fact that a medicine cat was going to mentor him, even if it
*Froststar's Mistake*Froststar breathed heavily as she faced and battled a sunclan warrior. She strikes an attack and took a glimpse at the other warriors. They were tried but kept fighting for their clan just because Froststar told them too. She watches the Sunclan warriors weaken but still undefeated while the Frostclan warriors strikes hard but weakly. As Froststar finished the blow she ran so she can have time to think. She settled near Sunclan border making sure no one was there. She tried to calm down to capture what just happened. An image of cats dead or injured harshly from the battle came to mind. Froststar stared blankly and thought "All my fault.. just for prey" Froststar felt weak and tried and stared back at the battlefield. "All my fault..."*Froststar's Mistake*8 months ago in Settings More Like This
Take it to the SkiesKeep that smile.Take it to the Skies7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don't back down.
Don't spend your life.
Too late, can't save.
Falling through the skies.
Gonna take you all away.
Cause my world is gone.
The skies are turning black.
Can't spend this life.
Can't back out.
Can't stop the pain.
Come on, let's go.
Too late, can't save.
Can't save this life.
Take it to the skies.
Living in this hell.
Never gonna live.
Take it to the skies.
Take it to the skies, with me.
Can't stop this world.
Flying through the hell.
Said it all the time.
You tell me that I'm wrong.
You can't tell me nothing.
Standing on a cliff.
High as I go.
Take it to the skies.
Take it to the skies.
Take it to the skies.
Take it to the sky,
+Story+ Fancy for some Food?+Story+ Fancy for some Food?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a dark, stormy night, and I was stuck with a bucket of chicken bones from KFC and no umbrella on hand. I should have brought it from my apartment when I left for the mandatory meeting, but I was late already.
Silly commercials, drawing people in with colorful pictures and lies.
Anyways, stuck with chicken bones and no umbrella. None of my colleagues had a spare unfortunately, or maybe they did. I'm not exactly the most popular person on the floor, or even the entire building. They think i'm stuck up for not saying anything and keeping to myself. There's a lot more to the way I act, but no one really cares to know so it doesn't matter, I suppose.
The bones came from the surprise "Fried Chicken Party" that the boss threw at the end of the meeting. He was a cool boss; popular with everyone. I even liked him a bit, but he always gave me this peculiar look in the mornings . . . something I just didn't recognize . . .
I keep getting off track! Narrating my own life as it's happening .
(WTGG) Awakening: Chapter 2(WTGG) Awakening: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The clearing immediately erupted into hisses and protests. Shellpaw stared in horror around at the snarling cats. Beside her, Oakpaw leaped up.
"Careful," he hissed. "This may end badly."
How can they possibly fight at a Gathering? Shellpaw wailed silently. Around her, all four clans were arguing furiously, some in support of Marshstar's declaration and others yowling against it. Behind her, Shellpaw could hear Longpaw jeering at a Thunderclan warrior. Across the clearing, the newly apprenticed Mousepaw was crouched low to the ground, her gray-brown ears laid back. Beside her stood a light gray tom with a white dash on his chest in a fighting stance, snarling at a Windclan cat. He looks like he could fight all of Tigerclan, Shellpaw thought. She raised her eyes to the Great Tree.
Thanks friendsi wanna stay trapped in my little room. i dont want to be with everyone. i want to be alone. i want only anything i love in my room. i want to stay away from all the hate that's being thrown at me. i wanna be alone. i want no more of that. i want to be alone. whats the point of being around people if their gonna ignore everything i say? my only friends i have (counting on the computer) are the only ones i can trust in this crappy world. in my crappy life.Thanks friends9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanted to thank all of you guys for being amazing friends. you make me happy in the darkest times of my life. you can make me laugh at a silly thing you made or commented during a depressing phase through my life. you helped me get my way around here. you gave me so much points sometimes for no reason. and even if i cant repay you, let this letter be my repayment for all those amazing things you have done for me. you make my sad and crappy life a bit better.
CotG Round 2: Silence of the Lambs pg 1CotG Round 2: Silence of the Lambs pg 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Good morning, Creature."
The large canine grumbled something under his breath, finally sighing in defeat. He lifted his great head and yawned loudly, making a tear come to his good eye. It was almost morning, as the sky had turned a pinkish-orange. From the cliff Creature had made his resting place, he could see the sea turning over itself. Large grey fish jumped from the water and back again, making a huge commotion for the sea-birds that hunted. Stretching, the wolf looked back to the one who interrupted the only decent sleep he had had in days.
"Didn't your mother tell you that sneaking up on others is rude?" Creature grumbled, glaring at a familiar blue being. "Weren't you a bird last night?"
The animal's mouth slipped into a smirk. "Ah, unfortunately I had no mother, just a father," he ignored the second question, "does that sound familiar, Creature?"
Memories of a monstrous grey wolf clouded the canine's mind. Memories of him hitting the floor under that huge paw, sympathetic lo