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 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.
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.
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
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
Alari's FamilyAlari's Family4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Grand Father: Unnamed
Grand Mother: Unnamed
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
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
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
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 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 1Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 14 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 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.
Luna's FamilyLuna's Family4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Grand Father: Unnamed
Grand Mother: Unnamed
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
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
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
A Poem About WordsA Word on WordsA Poem About Words2 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
Hex's Story Part 1Before I begin this tale, there is one thing I would like to state. Hex was an impulsive boy. He always has been, and always will be, even in death.Hex's Story Part 13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
But our dear Hex wasn't always called by "Hex". In fact, if you'd seen him before he died, you wouldn't recognize the boy. He used to have blood pumping through his body, and he used to breathe. He wore darkly colored clothes, ripped up jeans, and jewelery he had inherited from his grandmother, which she had inherited from her grandfather. His eyes were yellow-brown, and his hair was dirty blonde.
His name was Balthazar. Ben for short.
He lived his little life. Laughing and joking at each chance he got. He was a C student, as he never thought homework much important, compared to his latest idea for fun. This usually involved tormenting farmer Elmer's cows, or subliminally teaching bad words to the local children.
Despite how cool Benny sounded, he had problems. Science problems, girl problems, car problems.
I think I've given you enough ex
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
A Great Star Falls - Part 2The rain had stopped and so had Joltflash’s heart. Patchstar’s body lay unmoving beside her as her last life faded away and she drifted into StarClan. At first Joltflash didn’t move. She just sat there and looked quietly at Patchstar.A Great Star Falls - Part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tabby she-cat stood up and moved closer to Patchstar and began to groom the leader’s fur for her to be presented to the Clan later. No one needed to see how hurt and broken she had been in her final moments. After a few minutes, the leader’s fur lay flat and she seemed just as well groomed and high honored as the days she had been addressing her Clan with youth and optimisim.
Joltflash’s ears flattened and she sighed. The tabby she-cat pressed her muzzle into the shoulder fur of her old friend and closed her eyes. “Goodbye, Patchstar. Thank you for everything you’ve done for the forest, for MoonClan… for me. You will not be forgotten.” Joltflash licked Patchstar’s shoulder before looki