TGB- The End of NandryxTGB- The End of Nandryx4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun was almost completely settled, casting its last strings of light upon the earth, bringing multicoloured hues to the sky and landscape. Cats were coming back from their patrols and hunting session, bringing little food but still something to eat. The guards were already preparing to set watch, though one of them was missing. Sylvester was still out there, not heard from the other cats, only that he had left early this morning in search of a good meal. Though it didn’t take long for the tom to resurface from the depths of the brush. He ran through the meadow, leading a young she-cat back to camp as he went. Once arriving to their
S.o.F.S : PrologueS.o.F.S : Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue : Prophecy of Lions
Moonlight washed the grass, giving it a milky glow. Everything was silent, a single cat sat in the silver meadow, his brown pelt was dappled with strange bold markings. A swish echoed behind him, his large defined muscles tensed and his icy blue eyes shot open.
"Distantstar," came a voice, it was smooth and sweet but held a tone of authority. "My love " the voice purred.
"Moonstar?" Distantstar breathed, his eyes filled with a sudden affection, "It's been too long I miss you so much."
"I miss you too, but Starclan made their decision and I must abide with it however much it pains me " The
TGB- Fatal Attraction (2)TGB- Fatal Attraction (2)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
’Eh? And I thought I was acting weird.’ Holding back a small spurt of laughter at her patched companion’s less-than-informative remark, Ameena bent her head, licking her chest as she spoke again. “Fine, cover up all the compliments the she-cats have given you,” she mused calmly, sitting up again and turning her questioning gaze on the tom. He still seemed preoccupied, which made her tilt her head a small amount, silently asking the question that was threatening to spill from her parted jaws- What’s on your mind? Deciding it was best to keep her mouth shut, the tortoiseshell mentally shook herself, twitching
as long as it makes you happy He was forty and he was human; he felt as if he had just turned eighty, his fingers unable to still and his hips jutting out of his sides like the corners of tables. He never let it get to him, his depleting health or even dreams that he will feel better. He didn't dream of anything any more but peace and the feeling of the ocean on his skin.as long as it makes you happy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He lay in bed one night, accompanied by his wife of eighteen years whom he still found just as beautiful as the day he met her. He was thinking, hard and long about his life and all the things he'd done before tonight. All the people he had loved or lost and the children he could never have. It sounde
The Why of It: ManipulationI've had a few people (not a lot, no) tell me that it's not very believable for Taka/Scar to have been able to be manipulated by anyone, let alone the hyenas. I suppose it's logical to think that, especially in light of how the interactions between Scar and the trio of hyenas went in the movie. However, I based this idea on the dialogue and interplay between Taka and those same hyenas found in "Tale of Two Brothers". There, Taka is not yet Scar, and he is not yet homicidal nor obsessed with becoming King in short, his TLK-nature is not fully developed. So let's look at the places in the story where my idea that Taka was manipulated byThe Why of It: Manipulation2 years ago in Settings More Like This
As in Life"What is it like?" Cenek asks; his voice dull as one who has seen things that are not consistent with reality and accepts them without question. There is no revelation to be made, only mirrors broken.As in Life6 months ago in Sketches More Like This
The rock beside which he sits does not stir, but faces the northern skies in its scope of tranquility.
"You think it would give you hope to know, but it is for the best that I not tell you." It is a head taller than the white tom, and the voice which is associated with it, but emitted from an unknown source, would have seemed terribly familiar to any of Cenek's old comrades.
The Yellow-Shadow does not argue, but continues to look forward.
-tGO: BB Daily Jobs: Scouring the Pots-Coral stepped into the doorway as she finished fastening her apron behind her back. A small grin parted her lips as her flumed tail mimed her maw and curled upwards with enthusiasm. "Let's do this!" She mewed, pumping her fist into the air encouragingly and as she let her arm drop to her side, she padded determinedly into the kitchen, which sat in a state of complete disarray before her.-tGO: BB Daily Jobs: Scouring the Pots-6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dark colored Snowshoe began to stack the pots and pans that she had originally left scattered about on the counters and floor. As she lifted the heavy iron-cast cooking appliances, she began to hum to herself and with the new song now casting her attenti
tGB// Alliance VS/ Rebellion [ Pink - Shadow / Sojir / Clearing of Light ] The shrill, strong voice of one of the two war leaders--Sojir couldn't tell which-- howled at the sky. In the blink of an eye felines shot at each other from every which way; yowling, crying, and hatred filled the air. Sojir herself felt overwhelmed at the rush of bodies filing out past her. Alliance cats and Rebellion cats alike dropped into huddles of teeth, claws, and spattering blood everywhere. Sojir blindly ran forward, terror streaming through her body and slowing in her ice blue eyes. She had no idea what to do, where to go, who to help, who to fight... Who are all these damn cats!? her mtGB// Alliance VS/ Rebellion9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
tGB// Porcupines (+ text)tGB// Porcupines (+ text)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
[ Pink-Orange - Shadow / Sojir / Rabbit's Forest ] Ashy smells floated around the edge of where Sojir dwelled. Her white paws gently padded along a worn path she'd taken many times before around this place. Why do I come here, anyway? She wonders, but never thinks too much into it. For some unexplicable reason Sojir enjoyed being around the base of the volcano. The smells were putred at first, but she soon came to be in neutral agreement with them. Fire-Tribe smells weren't so bad, she came to decide one day. More than anything she came here to see two certain some cats, and see if either of the two would ever come home again. Sojir fretted
There's No Place Like Home + Text (2/3)There's No Place Like Home + Text (2/3)10 months ago in Sketches More Like This
The smell of burning surrounded the young cat. Tracing his paws carefully, with his tail layed flat and his ears pricked, Warrun kept to the shadows of giant boulders. After he had lost sight of Sylvester, the tom took a breath. No going back now...I've already left my scent. He closed his eyes, trying to remember the scents from his kithood....the warmness of the cats around...how their fur always smelled singed (in a good way)...and opened his eyes. He peered around the rock and slipped to another, stealthily moving across the surface. He made little noise, except for a few
TGB -Team Work?- TEXTTGB -Team Work?- TEXT10 months ago in Sketches More Like This
[Orange-Light/ Bonny/ Fire-Tribe Territory] Bonny padded over to her herb storage to check if she needed to restock supplies. As she entered, the aroma of dry herbs swirled all around her. She sniffed through the herbs, as a dry, brittle leaf scratched her nose open. Ow! Well, I guess that means I need to go and get some more. She giggled at herself slightly, mainly for having to tend to her own cut as if she was her own patient. After she cleaned out the herb supplies, and tended to her flesh wound, she gathered the bundles of shriveled up roots and leaves, and headed out of the den and into the clearing. While she padded out the opening, a
Stay SafeAs the air was thick was blood and fur and flesh, the Yellow-Shadow, Cenek, took every opportunity at his paws to lash out at the enemy. They were fighting, he knew, to punish the Rebellion for all of the wrong they had done. At first it could have been easily forgiven. Even he had experienced doubts about the need for war at all. But now they were in it so thick that he felt a need to make the others suffer. To hurt them, maim them, lash the whip back and forth a thousand times. At times, he almost forgot why it had all started. His paws felt light, so filled with excitement that bounded freely. If it hadn't been war, he could have rolled arStay Safe10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
+Tiesa War Assignment+The air was heavy. The sounds of cats rusting around Tiesa filled her ears. Again and again she swallowed to try and quench her dry throat. She could feel her long limbs shaking slightly underneath her, and she cursed softly at herself for being afraid. As the orange water gazed around at her tribemates....and her other members of the raid, she could also sense fear in their hearts. Some were digging their claws into the earth, tails lashing and teeth flashing in the moonlight. Others, she could see, were as scared as rabbits. They wove around their tribemates, ears flat and chests heaving in anticipation. In the sticky air and tightly packed+Tiesa War Assignment+1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sexy CatoCato from Hunger Games is so sexy I love him more than anything! He is my superhero in many ways because he is so great! I think about him at school, t night, and I have kissed his portrait before! I love you, ALEXANDER LUDWIG! AKA CATO! :DSexy Cato1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Nights are Cold and Lonely - OSaCThe Nights are Cold and Lonely - OSaC4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was a reason Howlpaw hated the night, hated the cold wind that blew on the volcano, hated leaf-bare in general. Even though the first time he saw snow should have been a joyous event, it only brought him dread for the freezing nights to come. But it wasn't just the cold that bothered him, as if it wasn't bad enough. Nor was it just the way others wool wrap their tails around themselves to keep warm, while he was left with a useless stub. No, it was the memories that ruined this season for him, the memories of the nursery at night.
By the time he was old enough to be aware, he had refused to share the warmth of the other litters and the
Love knows no pain.“I love you.”Love knows no pain.4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
He whispered these words in a frail moan, his pale eyes staring blankly into the void of an unseen presence.
I hesitated, not knowing to react out of grief, happiness, or…or just plain shock. I blinked once, then twice, only to stare down upon him; my eyes feeling sorrowful just by looking upon his crippled body.
Time was running out…so for the time I had, I held back all my tears, all my emotions, and lifted his weak head up; trying to cradle him. Reassure him that help was coming, and that they would be here soon.
All I remember though, was the gentle touch of his ice cold fingers; pressing against my lips as he smiled vaguely.
“I won’t survive this…,” he stammered, his fingers slowly moving as he retracted them away from my lips.
“B-but you have too!” I yelled, my vow cracking away into nothing as I suddenly realized I was unable of hiding my emotions. “How do you expect me to make it without you?
.: Warmth In Winter :.The sun was lowering down into the horizon as Water Tribe began to settle down into the dens. It had not been long since the tribes found their way to their new territory, and Water Tribe in particular settled down well in their new camp on an island in the middle of a small river..: Warmth In Winter :.4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she watched her tribe mates settle, Mi was sitting by her den with a half eaten fish by her paws. She was certainly worn out from the past few days, and only recently started to craft small items she had found along the way to their new home. But nothing seemed to satisfy her. She needed to make something that she would remember, that others would remember. As
Demons In Her HeartZarya was comfortable in her nest in Water Tribe camp. It was hot outside, but that was only to be expected; it was the summer months. The she-cat was restless, though, eager to get on with the day's work and see what was needed. Uncurling her body and stretching out, the pink-light managed to look a tad bit bigger than she actually was for a moment; her true size became revealed as she pushed herself to her paws. The cat was small, fluffy, and pieces of reed got stuck to her fur as she pushed her way out of the burrow she slept in. Cleaning these out with practiced ease, the mottled tabby's eyes scanned the camp seeking the other, older healDemons In Her Heart6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
TVL: Siente - The Magical Nose RingSierra jostled her way through the crowd of cats that were milling around the casino, muttering 'excuse me's and 'pardon me's every which way she turned. There are so many cats here at this time... don't they know that I'm a walking hazard? I should really put one of those yellow warning tape things on myself so everyone will take a hint and stay away from me... Just as she was thinking this, she somehow stumbled over part of the rug and hit her chin on the edge of a table. "Owcrapjeez!" she hissed, clutching her throbbing chin in her paws and wincing. Pushing herself back up onto her feet, she rubbed her chin one last time and walked brisklyTVL: Siente - The Magical Nose Ring6 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Am i selfish? -Story-"Now…now kits I want you to say close to me" Cometkit sits beside her brother and put her ears down and let her mother talk on and on about how they need to stay close to the den and let anyone know that if they were hurt or sick to go to medicine cat den or come back here and let her look over them. She move her ear and mewed "mama we will, can we go outside now?" she waiting and she smile when their mother let them. She gets up and not waiting for her brother she runs outside into the cold air. She stops as wind blow and push her over and she land on her side, she roll over in the dirt and mud and she make a face as she look down at her pelAm i selfish? -Story-6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
In My Father's Foot-StepsIn My Father's Foot-Steps7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Conan blinked his dark navy hued eyes as he looked across the still sleeping Earth-tribe. The tom hadn't been able to sleep, for whatever reason. Usually all Conan had to do to get to sleep was curl up in his nest and that was it. But lately his thoughts had kept returning to his family, his father in particular. The thick leather necklace the tom wore felt heavier today and Conan couldn't help but close his eyes and let the memory of how he got the necklace wash over him.
'Art was young, maybe only 10 moons or so old and his father was teaching him how to hunt. Art, however, wasn't paying attention. His eyes were focused on the danglin
(Story) Nightmares(Story) Nightmares7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was drowning in darkness. That thought alone should have made her jerk back to consciousness, as the darkness had only ever been a friend, a parent, a teacher, a servant. To be betrayed by such a presence that had been there her entire lifethat had been there before even her memories had fully developedwas a shocking thought, but not as shocking as the cold. The cold bit through her fur, weighing her down and spreading ice through her veins. Ice she thought she had grown attuned to the cold. Ever since that first winter, alone in the snow and barely able to breathe, she had always been able to tough it out without
GoneI saw You that nightGone9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the haze and
the shadows of the demons that chase me
where you touched my eyes and they opened
and I tried to meet Your face
but You were gone
Then quiet footsteps sounded
a single pair where
no other met mine and
the realization came
I was alone, alone, alone-
No light through barely open blinds
that shut out the world from a
face virgin to a smile
yet those blessed lashes still
to no longer see the image
burned into a mind
that remembered nothing
Chocolate stained mug wet with
early morning dew
a shiver of shoulders and back
exposed to the breath of the air
I had ne