Cow of the Wild - Chapter 3CHAPTER 3 Wolf CowCow of the Wild - Chapter 33 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 23 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 13 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 Party4 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
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.Brothers4 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
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
Starfighter: The Choice 1Commander Cook was talking and talking about the war, resources, enemies and their attacks and that were all very serious subjects. They were losing; no patriot would ignore such a state of events, not when his life was depending on it in some way. But Abel did just that; for quite some time now, he had a bad feeling that he was closely observed and it wasn't a usual hateful stare from one of his fellow navigators. He was quite used to that by now.Starfighter: The Choice 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
" something massive in the Baten Kaitos "
The voice was floating in the room, make silence of the crowd even more meaningful. Abel carefully scanned the group of people standing across the room from him, but eyes of all of them were glued to the hologram the Commander was presenting. Yet, the tingling of his skin came from the side, not from behind and Abel fought the urge to turn around. It was nothing, he told himself, probably another Porthos or any other jealous bastard that the space base was full of.
My Pride Rewrite Chapter 1My Pride Mark TwoMy Pride Rewrite Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Settle down, cubs! That would be my tail, kindly get off it. I said settle down! Why do I bother? If you little vermin can't sit still for one minute, I'm not breathing a word."
"Powerstrike. Don't be rude. They're only cubs and they're excited."
"All right, all right, keep your pretty little claws in, Swiftspring. Well cubs, the story I may tell you if you calm down is about one of the most powerful lions in my lifetime. He wasn't a big lion, but they say his heart was cold as stone and just as hard. The stories tell of a lion with a mane black as the zebra's stripes, and with chilling amber eyes that glowed ever so slightly even in broad daylight. They say, that even the air around him was noticeably cooler all the time because of the cold, precise manner in which he murdered. But of course, since you three can't st
Columbine"Do you believe in God?"Columbine7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The gun was set against my temple. My heart was beating quickly, pounding like a caged bird against my ribcage, and I could feel the perspiration rolling down my back and sticking my hair to my neck. Blood was leaking steadily from the wound in my leg, coating my hands as I tried to apply pressure. I looked up into the dark eyes of the boy asking me the question.
I had been so kind to this boy. I'd smiled at him just yesterday and said good morning. He'd nodded and reciprocated the smile. We were practically friends by Columbine standards. I looked to the boy standing beside him and frowned. I was also kind to him. I didn't get it. Why were they doing this? Why were they hurting us when we'd done nothing to them? I'd only ever been nice, but maybe that was the problem.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at Richard. He was sitting against the building, his hands locked in prayer. His lips moved swiftly and I could tell he was sending one last message u
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.
Alari's FamilyAlari's Family4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Grand Father: Unnamed
Grand Mother: Unnamed
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 54 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
I Don't Need YouI Don’t Need YouI Don't Need You1 year 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.
Mintbreeze's Pride - Chapter 1Mintbreeze's Pride - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mintbreeze's Pride --- Chapter 1
"Geez, Hazypaw! Why can't you ever get anything right?!" Mintbreeze snapped.
The bulky young tom looked awkwardly down as his mentor stood over him.
"I refuse to believe you are a pure-blood Windclan cat. Your mother's been with a Thunderclan tom, I can smell it in your blood."
Mintbreeze turned to her bestfriend, Sweetsilk, who was training Hazypaw's sister, Rosepaw.
"Mintbreeze, that is so rude! I can't believe you would insult your cute little apprentice like that! He's trying so hard!"
Mintbreeze snorted, "He's a few moons away from becoming a warrior, and he can't even catch a rabbit! A RABBIT! Its one of the few prey that lives on the moor. Its what we survive on, Sweetsilk. If he can't catch that, then he's only good for stealing the air I breath."
Hazypaw continued to look awkwardly down, his large shoulders shifting back and forth.
Sweetsilk shrugged, "Well then! You really shouldn't be training kits if you can't be kind. H
Fate of the Tsubasa - Chapter 2Fate of the Tsubasa - Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Kal, you made it back!"
Kamo was stood in his usual place outside the Tao Troop ship, and he noticed her as soon as she arrived, landing lightly on the platform and folding her wings neatly beside her. "'Course I made it back. I'm not defenceless, you know."
"The captain said you'd be okay," he continued, unaware of her comment. "And I guess he was right! Didn't you get trapped by one of the curses?"
"Yeah," Kal shrugged. "Orochi's return and all that " her eyes drifted over to the door.
"Oh! If you're looking for the captain, he's out on a mission right now."
"Mission?" she blinked. Great. Still hadn't found him.
"I don't know when he'll be back. He left a few days ago. Me and Abe are left guarding the place for now."
Kal cringed. Abe was the newest member of the Tao Troopers, and still a novice. He didn't seem to have yet realised that she could understand what he was saying, no matter how much she reacted to his words. And the worst part was, he often spoke to her in soppy pet
Luna's FamilyLuna's Family4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Grand Father: Unnamed
Grand Mother: Unnamed
Mintbreeze's Pride - Chapter 8Mintbreeze's Pride - Chapter 84 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mintbreeze's Pride --- Chapter 8
Greenleaf began to change into leaf-fall. Mintbreeze watched the browning leaves fall to the ground at the bottom of the barn. For a few weeks she had stayed in the barn, killing the mice and rats, plumping up her once slender body. Although she had never tasted the kittypet food offered to her by the twolegs, the icy-cold water they put out was her favorite part of a hot day. Sometimes it was stealing wool from the sheep to add to their bed, with Rye. She finally felt like she was beginning a family.
Rye wanted to know if she'd like kittens, but Mintbreeze was young. She wanted to wait to name a mate and be settled.
But, then one day her old life came back to haunt her.
"Mintbreeze!" Inkspot called to his sister, who was laying in her bed.
"Inkspot!" she yelled down to him, throwing herself into his embrace. "What are you doing here?"
He half-heartedly smiled, a large patch of animal skin wrapped around his lost eye, "Stagstar is ill and wanted
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)
A first time: PrologueA first time: Prologue4 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
A first time: Chapter 1A first time: Chapter 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Kitten, are you alright?" Kitten's mother, Kini, called through a crack in her bedroom door, "You haven't eaten anything since this morning, and it's getting late."
Kitten mumbled something unintelligable into her pillow and rolled further into the comfort of her bed.
In complete truth, she wasn't alright. She felt horrid.
Earlier that day Kitten had been in a good mood, though, she was posostively chipper. Why, you might ask? Well because today was going to be the best day of her pre-teen life, undoubtedly.
She had wished goodbye to her mother, father, and even her little baby brother, Andre.
She dashed out the door with a flick of her beautiful bushy tail and then she was gone.
Kitten bit her own tounge at the memory. Wincing in pain as she did so, but she deserved it right? Kitten deserved to be punished?
That's what she thought anyway.
When she had gotten to school she had still been happy, she'd been feeling butterflies galervanting in her stomache all morning.
She was about to f
A Poem About WordsA Word on WordsA Poem About Words3 years 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