Cow of the Wild - Chapter 3CHAPTER 3 Wolf CowCow of the Wild - Chapter 32 years 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
Cow of the Wild - Chapter 2CHAPTER 2 I DARE YOUCow of the Wild - Chapter 22 years 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 1Chapter 1 Child's PlayCow of the Wild - Chapter 12 years 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.
The Donner Party"Of course it's not alright. Are you mad?!"The Donner Party3 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
Where Dreamers Go To DieStocking shelves with ketchup like old men stock wine cellars,Where Dreamers Go To Die4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fondly remembering good friends with each bottle slid into place,
Fondly remembering their wives and their children,
Fondly remembering their funerals.
It's hard to say why I feel the way I do.
Most likely an overreaction -
The only type I seem to have as of late.
It's as if this place is an affirmation of all my fears,
With dirty plates and clinking cutlery,
With fake smiles and false laughter,
With the way that,
When that uniform is donned on,
I cease to be human,
And I commence life as a living machine.
This is the cage in which I'll be trapped if my aspirations fall flat.
This is the place dreamers go to die.
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 3"Leafpool, can I speak with you?"Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 33 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
I Don't Need YouI Don’t Need YouI Don't Need You8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to admit that I don’t need you.
I’m not going to tell you I’d die without you,
That you’re like water, or shelter or food.
I’m sure I could get on fine without you.
Got on fine before.
The truth is I don’t need you.
And I hope I never do.
I don’t need you like lungs needs oxygen,
and I’m not addicted to you; you’re not a drug.
I wouldn’t bleed out if you were ripped away,
You’re not some essential organ.
You’re not here to maintain me, sustain me, or keep me alive.
But the truth is I want you.
And I hope I always do.
I want you the way astronauts want the stars,
And sailors long for the sea.
Because wanting is choosing,
and needing is greedy,
And believe me when I tell you I want you
With all of my heart.
The truth is I want everything about you,
I want every little thing.
I want to ruffle the curly hair you sometimes hate,
And kiss the nose you say looks too big in photographs.
Alari's FamilyAlari's Family4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Grand Father: Unnamed
Grand Mother: Unnamed
warriors fanfic: A cure for frostbite part: 1warriors fanfic: A cure for frostbite part: 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Cure For Frostbite.
Frostbitten let out an involuntary yelp as his paw hit against a sharp stone. Frustrated, he kicked at it- sending it spinning across the cold floor and hitting the left hand wall. Hollowed-out holes lined the wall and the clatter of the rock caused several berries to cascade out of various ones.
"Oh, fox dung," he mumbled and stopped his insistent pacing to recollect the scattered ingredients: ingredients for important use in his work. After all, Frostbitten was the medicine cat of Thunder Clan. "Grr, if I have to wait any longer, I'll go crazy!" the pale tabby growled, but it was a worried growl, almost desperate. "If that Ratpaw doesn't hurry up, these kits aren't going to make it."
Finally, there was the sound of heavy breathing and paw steps at the entrance as a small bedraggled looking she-cat stumbled in: her fur was tatted and matted, her paws scarred with what looked like the bite marks of cat teeth. She held a sprig with several flowers and leaves attach
Lupis's FamilyLupis's Family4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Grand Father: Vadar
Great Aunt: Ying-Yang
2nd Cousins: Zero
three unnamed pups
*Moonscar (Yin-Yang's mate)
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 43 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.
Home !!VERY SHORT, PLEASE CRIT!!As the plane touched down, she held her breath. She could see the lights of Cairo rushing toward her from the window until the aircraft dipped down to become part of them.Home !!VERY SHORT, PLEASE CRIT!!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The plane shook as its wheels skidded across the pavement of the runway and slowly came to a halt. A ball of anxiety tightened in her belly. Somehow, she felt like the air and the soil and all gazes of all the thousands upon thousands of people would combine to form one enormous compound eye to scrutinize her, and judge her; did our daughter grow up to be all she could be? Did she lose herself in the time she spent away? What happened to that bright-eyed little girl we used to know?
There was absolutely no reason to feel this way, of course she wasn't even born in Egypt. In fact, her birth had taken place in a Toronto hospital, no more than forty minutes from where she currently resided. Canada was her mother; it was where she
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 12 years 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
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 53 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
Brothers"Now remember to behave," Nutmeg told her kits. "They are our guests, so be nice! And Rusty, fix your fur! It looks like you walked into a bunch of bramble!" She began licking her son's pelt furiously.Brothers3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Mother," he protested, dodging his mother. "I can do it myself!" And he rasped his tongue over his flame-colored fur, smoothing the ruffled and spiked areas until it was sleek and smooth.
"Ah, here they are!" Nutmeg exclaimed.
Rusty lifted his head and spotted a plump gray she-cat pick her way through the garden, with three smaller kits stumbling closely behind. One of the kits was a gray she-cat such as her mother, and the other two were toms; one black with white paws and muzzle, and the other was the smallest of the three and also had jet black fur with only one white paw.
Nutmeg gave her chest fur a quick lick then padded up to touch noses with the mother of the three kits.
"Hello, you must be Quince," she said, then added, "Jake told me you were coming to visit."
Had there b
A Very Warriors ChristmasFirestar looked proudly around the ThunderClan camp, where all of the Clan was in the Christmas spirit. There was Dustpelt, Thornclaw, Graystripe, and Lionblaze rolling an obscenely large pine tree into the center of camp, and Jayfeather yelling at caroling Apprentices. Ivypool and Dovewing were set to work on the task of decorating the hollow with holly. (When they ran out, they improvised by using Hollyleaf's fur, which for whatever reason was stockpiled heavily in the medicine den). Firestar sighed. All was right in ThunderClan.A Very Warriors Christmas3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Brackenfur trotted up to Firestar, a somewhat worried glint in his eyes. "Hey, Firestar, why do we celebrate Christmas anyway, if we believe in StarClan and not Jesus and therefore have no reason to be participating in any of this?"
"Oh Brackenfur," Firestar sighed. "Since when have the Clans used logic?"
"Um - ,"
"Daisy!" Firestar called across the clearing "How are you doing on wrapping those gifts?"
Daisy was hunched over several mice and a vole, some pie
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 2Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 23 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
Luna's FamilyLuna's Family4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Grand Father: Unnamed
Grand Mother: Unnamed
DOSZAPDOSZAP2 years ago in Horror More Like This
I still remember the day I got my first ever Pokémon game. I was around 8-10 years old at the time.
My mum and dad had just came back from a shopping trip and I was in my room busying myself with my only Pokémon related game at the time: Pokémon Stadium. I mashed the buttons on the control wildly as the oncoming attack from the opponent Dragonair sent my Jolteon's health quickly down to zero, I was just about to send out the next Pokémon in my teams line-up when my mum called me from downstairs. The console's remote fell to the floor with a loud clunk (something I would regret in later life as I now only have one working remote) as I raced out my bedroom door, I knew what was coming, something I'd been waiting for, for a long time.
My mum was in our sitting room. She held a plain plastic bag in her hands and had a welcoming smile on her face. "I got you something while I was in town. Come see." She chimed as she handed me the bag. By this point, my heart was poundin
In The Silence Part 13Rosaline kept her gaze to the ground the whole way back to the herd, deep in thought. She barely had the energy or motivation to listen and react to Per's ramblings, that seemed to go on and on about the most insignificant things. She parted from him with a simply nod of her head and an empty smile, then trotted over to the other does, who were settling down for the night.In The Silence Part 133 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her friend, Naomi, lifted her head in greeting. Rosaline yawned, and slumped down next to the plump tawny doe.
"What's up with you, Rosaline? You look like you've ran all the way up the mountains and back!" Though her tone was a joking one, the doe's wide brown eyes flashed with concern. Naomi perked her ears forward as Rosaline described to her the incident with Nychodus.
"Thank heavens you're alright!" Naomi stretched "Or else I don't know who I'd be able to tell all my secrets to." It was true, Naomi would gossip and babble about everything all day long. Rosaline was one of the only does in the herd who would actu
A first time: PrologueA first time: Prologue3 years ago in Drama More Like This
There's a first time for everything, right?
No matter how many times you continue to do something, you obviously did it a first time, too.
Eating, breathing and even turning on a radio.
There's a first time for everything.
You should keep this in mind as we introduce you to the protagonist of this story; well, antagonist really.
Kitten Cutsalot. You may think she was given her name due to her bloodthirsty nature, but if you presumed such a thing I would have to tell you that you were wrong. She was merely unlucky enough to be born with such an outlandish name.
On the contrary, Kitten's home life was rather normal, which might surprise you at first, as we all know far too well that Kitten has a knack for killing things.
However, like I stated earlier on, there is a first time for everything, therefore, there must have been a first time that Kitten took the life of another, that is the story I am about to lay before you.
So make sure you lock your doors, close your windows and just for a