IceClan CatsIceClan Cats4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leader: Froststar (Light-gray) -Female
Deputy: Crystalfeather (White, light gray stripes) -Female
Medicine Cat: Sedgeheart (Tortoiseshell) -Male
Snowstorm (Light gray) -Male
Honeystripe (Light-brown, golden stripe) -Female
Mousepelt (Light-brown) -Male
Mistyfern (Gray) -Female
Silverfoot (Light-gray) -Male
Spottedtail (Gray, black spots) -Male
Mooneyes (Blue-gray) -Male
Tigerrain (Tortoiseshell) -Female
Windleap (Light-gray) -Male
Sorrelwind (Dark-brown) -Female
Cloudheart (White) -Female
Brightdapple (Gray) -Female
Toadpelt (Brown) -Male
Wolfleap (Gray) -Male
Stonespirit (Dark-gray) -Male
Whitefoot (Light-gray) -Female
Pepperfern (Light-brown) -Female
Graybird (Gray) -Male
Aquapaw (Blue-gray) -Female [Brightdapple/Heavybreeze]
BloodClanBlue eyes gleamed in the moonlit bushes. A strong, muscular cat leaped gracefully out of the bushes, her gray pelt turned silver. A lithe ginger tabby padded silently by her side. I am worried, Featherstar. What will RiverClan say? The large gray tabby looked down at the ginger tabby. You are right to be concerned Squirrelstream. But what can we do about it. We cannot turn back time and change our actions. All we can do is accept the consequences for our actions. Squirrelstream nodded, and once more the duo fell silent. After what seemed like nine lifetimes, the four massive oaks crept into Squirrelstreams line of vision. As if obeying an unspoken command, Squirrelstream and Featherstar quickened the pace from a gentle, easy walk to a trot, then to a run. Finally, ThunderClan burst into Fourtrees.BloodClan7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Featherstar leapt on top of the Great rock, and Squirrelstream went to search for her SkyClan friend, Twigheart. She spotted him sitting next to his deputy Raven
LeafClan CatsLeafClan Cats4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leader: Sparrowstar (Brown) -Female
Deputy: Lionpelt (Orange) -Male
Medicine Cat: Gorsemark (White) -Male
Cloverblaze (Brown) -Female
Hazelpelt (Dark-Brown) -Female
Gingerleap (Orange) -Male
Amberflower (Tan) -Female
Cinderbreeze (Light-Gray) -Male
Snakestalker (Gray) -Male
Scarletfeather (Red-Brown) -Female
Hawkcatcher (Dark-Brown) -Male
Squirrelnose (Orange) -Male
Honeyfern (Brown) -Female
Shrewclaw (Light-Brown) -Female
Swiftpetal (Tortoiseshell) -Female
Ravenleap (Black) -Male
Owlflight (Dark-Gray) -Male
Harepelt (Dark-Brown) -Male
Breezetail (Gray) -Male
Patchfur (Dark-Gray) -Male
Moonfur (Light-Gray) -Female
spiderleg lurves sorreltailI could feel my heart racing. Spiderleg just told me he loved me. I didn't know what to say.I already have a mate!spiderleg lurves sorreltail5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I-I-I don't know what to say..." I stuttered.
I could tell he was about to cry.
"D-Don't cry Spiderleg. I-I l-love you too." I confessed
His eyes got brighter but only for a heart beat.
"I was so scared that you would say that you only love Brackenfur." He worried
"To tell you the truth, we've been slipping apart for a while now. He said that he wanted kits,I still thought I was too young. I said no. And ever sense then we haven't really been mates." I told him.
"Then will you be my mate,Sorreltail?"Spiderleg asked me
"of corse! I love you so much!" I meowed
I decided to go hunting. I met Brackenfur on the way.
"Hi!" he greeted me warmly. Then his smile turned into a look of pure fear. "Why do you smell so strongly of Spiderleg?" He asked. I knew I had to tell him.
"I- well he- er... We're uh- mates now. I said yes because I know that you-"
"Just stop tal
Christmas Party Fun: Chapter 2Christmas Party Fun: Chapter 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
America and his brother, Canada went shopping for things for the party. Yes there party was tonight. “Canada, do think you should get some root beer” America asked his brother. Canada looked at him
“Don’t be so loud, I’m right next to you” He said while grabbing some root beer cans. “I think we should get some wine for France” He added. America frowned. Canada rolled his eyes and walked on. Two hands stopped him. America hands where around his waist. America pulled him up to his chest.
“Come on Canada, don’t be so mean” he whispered in his ear. Canada looked at the floor then pulled out of his grip.
“Not now were in the store” Canada walks out of that part of the store and to the wine part. America frowned again.
England looked at his cloths and sighed. “These won’t do, I think I have to call Taiwan, She needs to make me some Christmas cloths” He said to himself. He
PrussiaXReader: Home Sweet Home Away From Home 1PrussiaXReader: Home Sweet Home Away From Home 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was a Tuesday morning, just like any other. You arrived at school, and began talking to two of your best friends, Toni and Francis. Chattering away, you hadn't noticed Gilbert, your best friend and secret crush, come up behind you. He started to lean over your left shoulder, and simply rested his head there. Being sarcastic, you began petting his head. Something seemed different about him, something more innocent.
"Gil, what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you later okay?" he responded.
"Mi amigo, what is bothering you?" Toni chimed in.
"Oui, you do not seem like yourself today " Francis trailed off.
"Just later," Gil said obviously irritated and walked into the school.
After school, Gilbert, Toni, and Francis walked up to you. Gilbert still looked a little off from his normal self though.
"Hey guys!" you said waving and running up to them, "Wanna go grab some Monster and chillax in the park?"
They were all in agreement, so of course you would pay. After you got
Sweet or SourThe crisp autumn air nipped at the noses of the children as they wandered throughout the spacious fields. Their hands aimlessly searched for the faultless lump of cabbage whose thriving carcass lay dormant within the rows of vegetation.Sweet or Sour3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A girl, no older than seventeen tugged at the edges of the rags she had draped about her shoulders in an attempt to warm her chilled flesh. Her vibrant ginger locks danced in a passing gust of wind - emerald irises veiled by a slip of fabric tied firmly about her thin face. She dug at a mound of dirt like a miner ravaging for coal.
"Evelyn. Evelyn," cried a motherly voice. Her hands beckoned toward her lone offspring, who stood detached from the hustle of eager children roaming the vast emptiness.
The birdlike cry was lost within the tumble of the wind, her call never reaching the ears of her daughter whom knelt within the field, her hands diligently cultivating the soil.
Wrapping her bony fingers around a billowing lump, Evelyn tugged with all her migh
oh my archimedesthere is a mediterranean maelstromoh my archimedes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me, and frankly these demented bones,
are inventing a thousand ways to drown
my soul inward,
the curves of my cartilage are overripe vineyards
for myriads of apprehensions blossoming
age, insipid sand charting the honeysuckling
progression of snapping parabolas
the tempests swat opposing ranks
& I am afraid that I have begun to lose myself
between the roaring of my ears,
torrent in a can,
a soulless man -
and what is a man without a soul
[ I'm lighter than that]
these mythical caverns of what once was my days
are condensing into dripping pages,
I want the books to etch my ru
dust to dust.august, your air is thickdust to dust.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and heavy on my skin; I could cup
my hands and carry it. the mosquitos
are looking for lungs to pierce,
not blood but oxygen, something breathable,
something light enough to fly
through. they are sinking. I
am sinking. I am lying
on the grass talking
to the earth, imagining
that I know for sure
how God created life
from dirt. around me, bees
are full & clumsy with
final weight of their lives. the leaves
will fall soon, the whole world
burying the dead,
& I am grateful for this:
our beginning. the perfect circle,
the warm, still embrace
to which we return.
unfilteredtake a drink,unfiltered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and forget for a moment that you aren't breathing.
you comb starlight;
these sunset broken tea leaves
bleed into the sky,
filling, filling, filling
in the cracks where the darkness is unfiltered
like black coffee,
too strong for your heart to take, tonight.
take another drink,
bleed another verse and remember what your shelves
are filled with, remember all those letters
that they wrote to you, postcards from the places
that in their sandpaper callousness
you have never been
(and bleed again,
just another nicked artery
hemorrhaging into facsimile
and tell me -
can you taste it yet?)
Divine Justice, A Just RetributionXystus stood at the edge of a great plain, overlooking the apocalyptic scene before him, the littered debris and detritus of a spontaneous, furious war and conflagration, which had taken place just moments before. Now it was over, having happened so quickly that if he had not been there when he was he would have missed it, and that was the last thing on earth he wanted to happen. He loved wars. Curiously, though, an almost supernatural peace and calm now prevailed, and for some reason there was a sweet smell of incense, carried on the gentle breeze. Xystus, thinking on it all, found these aspects very strange, sickening really, for he had been present at countless similar wars on such killing fields before, but could not account for what he was experiencing here. Therefore, putting all that aside, and having seen all there was to see, he turned to go.Divine Justice, A Just Retribution3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A day or so previously Xystus had left his home, the Kingdom of the Kosmos, bound for the Blue Planet. To do so he crossed a dimensional
t.they say thatt.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that's not really true;
we both hate our misery
and i'm learning to
but you know what they say
they'll suck you dry
and only use you
to write about. carve your name
into poems (not into
skin-- that's not "in" right now,
i guess), but
maybe i'm all out of words
are all i want to read about.
Cabinet-Color Tulleshe's a dirty, dirty liarCabinet-Color Tulle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her slippers in the brier
and her skirts slightly askew
like she might consider you
to be her only suitor...
but she's gold and you're just pewter
she is crooked mahogany bones
that seal their splintered lips alone.
her image of softly bowing petals
hides a framework of twisted metal.
in her soul she knows she's artificial
so she breaks a heart with each dismissal
she chases boys from town to town
leaves 'em bleeding on the way back down
pirouetting like she learned in dance;
she's a queen and a vixen at a glance
but deep down inside she's so much worse.
no breathing mortal escapes her curse
i saw her once, on the day you died
and no actress can cry the way she cried.
still, i noticed that her eyes were clean
and her pastel makeup remained pristine
the police ignored the testimony that i gave,
but i swear to god i saw her dancing on your grave.
hold this against me.i extend my arm and tracehold this against me.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lonely roads along my veins
that disappear like
highways in the night.
i shake my bottle of light
beer that i can't even stand
the taste of but drink
anyway because i refuse to
let myself have anything
and i think about that bridge
across from my college, over
the ravine, and how much i
want to fly.
"oh, that rebecca," they'll
say, "she was a scholarly girl.
believed in the impossible. set
her goals sky high."
that's me—the idealistic one,
the naive one, the one who
chases what she knows she
i set the bottle down,
draw my legs up, tuck my
arms into the crook between
them and my stomach, and
become someone else entirely.
Between Two States of Being"Look," you said.Between Two States of Being3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I saw
The gap between the worlds,
One above, and one
Below the clouds.
The separation is slender,
And even when I stand
At my highest point,
I can only ever hope
The slightest brush of water vapor.
Make the rain acidic
And then wonder why it burns them.
I have found a place higher
Than the tainted rain,
I cannot reach the sun.
When you stood at
That peak beside me,
As you closed your eyes
With such grace and faith;
I was almost startled
To see the ground rush up to meet you.
"The Earth is so beautiful from here."
For a moment,
I sought to be
As courageous as you were.
While I backed away from the edge,
That you were a misguided fool
To think you knew anything
Of the sky.
Fox and the Girl: Part 1The trees, looming and casting shadows over the river, were vivid in colors. Most of the leaves were ready to fall to the ground, but still maintained a light grasp on the branches. Coming here during this time of the year relaxed me. I leaned against one of the trees and allowed myself to slide down until I was sitting.Fox and the Girl: Part 19 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All the grass in the area had changed to a dry yellow. I closed my eyes, and listened to the river’s dull hum. I took in a deep breath and could almost taste autumn. After a moment of listening to the river, I heard some leaves rustle somewhere in the distance. I glanced around and my eyes widened as they settled on the copper-colored beast.
The fur-covered beast was standing only a few feet away from me; it seemed to be a fox, but much larger. Under normal circumstances, I think I might’ve been scared; its eyes gave off a peaceful warmth with their amber glow. I would’ve fled just at that moment had it not been for the mere size and peculiarity of th
Guilt (Not Anymore)An invisible enemy plagues meGuilt (Not Anymore)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and crossed lines
leave beautiful black holes
in the only heart that I have left
Free from painWe weren't made to throw our lives awayFree from pain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We weren't made to hold hatred inside
We weren't made to destroy the ones we love with additions and weapons were we?
Were we made to just accept the lives someone else gave us?
Don't we want more then be a puppet to someone to doesn't love us?
To step out of the anger and rage that corrupts the world.
To be free, to walk on the right path.
I was told when I was young that anyone could change the world
It wouldn't come from power or strength but by those who chose to love and forgive
Completely HeinousCompletely HeinousCompletely Heinous3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Not very long ago, John fell asleep and awoke in a dream bubble. It wasn't like other times he woke up in a dream bubble. This bubble was darker in atmosphere and mood. It gave off a sense of possible danger lurking. It was in this dream bubble that John ran into Vriska, but it wasn't the Vriska he knew. This one was completely different. She had several small eyes all over her face, unable to make any emotional expression. Sticking out above her lips was a pair of blue furry mandibles. Instead of orange horns, this Vriska had enormous blue pincers sticking out the sides of her head, a pair of antenae out the very top. Instead of arms,three pairs of long fingerless limbs protruded from her sides, cerulean blood stains covering her shoulders. Her legs transitioned from bluish gray to black, from smooth to bristly. And finally, sticking out from her lower back was a large spider abdomen. To say the sight of this Vriska didn't scare John would be untrue. He saw al
Full ResolveThe weirdest thing happened to me yesterday.Full Resolve2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So I decided to kill myself, right? At the train tracks. Just throw myself headfirst into a fucking train, fully resolved and ready to meet my maker. Well that was the plan, anyway. And it seemed like a pretty good one since I'd deemed myself insignificant to this apathetic world. But then on the way there I saw this old homeless guy sitting on the side of the street in shaggy clothes, leaning against the side of a pawnshop, and I asked him his name. "Mike," he said. He looked at me like I was crazy. I get why. Who in their right mind talks to homeless folks? I asked him if he liked cheeseburgers and he said yes, so I went inside this fast food restaurant across the street and bought a cheeseburger with the money I stole from my mom and was going to buy my last meal with. I brought it out to him and he started thanking me over and over again like I was some Catholic saint or Jesus himself and I just said “you’re welcome” an
Far BetterI hope you enjoyed the Dolorosa while she was yours, Mindfang. Pretending to love her was the closest you ever came to knowing anything beyond the narrow borders of your lowly criminal life. What is an endless caliguous dance in all quadrants – make no mistake, your red quadrants were never truly red, or you would not have had to force your so-called matesprits into them – compared to the pure, boundless love of a mother for her children?Far Better3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The only troll on Alternia ever to feel this quiet but fierce warmth, and all you found in her mind when you took her was her fear. All you looked for in her was whether she could unbutton fast enough and if her horns were still sharp. If only you had known how easily she could be lead to love without any manipulation at all!
But you didn't bother to check. You assumed that she, like you, had a heart as black, destructive, and volatile as an oil slick, instead of a heart as clean and wide as the oceans you sailed over. But then, what was the ocean to