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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:09 am
Trixie Buddy Winged Timberwolf And now...an Ode! To Forsaken! <3 I wrote it as if Purepaw was narrating. : o Purepaw is the persona (or fursona? lol) in the poem! (Meaning, when I say "I or me", I'm actually referring to Purepaw.)Translucent shadow, you creep so silently, past my paws Capacious darkness is your home, and you embrace it with a smirk. Such a low-lying thing should be cursed with a thousand sorrows, and so you are. How fitting. Whereas once I loathed your kind, I find I am drawn to your bloody eyes. I chased, I fought, I bled for you. And what did you do? I'll ask the silence.My love for you burns like no sun in the sky, those stars you hate so. And why? I'm in love with a monster. I can't say why. Ah, so bittersweet! We meet, and met, at night. Murky darkness, ambiguous moon, too soon! My thoughts are my vicious poison, you see. An idea is like a disease. It will spread and head the way to disastruous ruin. So be it. My suffering has changed my soul, perhaps made it cold. Just like your touch I yearn for so much. The irony! Humor aside, I cannot hide the fire I must now bear. The little ones-what will you do with them? Drink them dry, and leave them to rot? Do you remember what love is? Or did it drown in your inky depths, long ago? I know. How you suffered to the disease of an idea of miracles. How you suffered to the disease of an idea of curses. Those you loved, dropped like flies. Those you cherised became your demise. But rightfully so-your heart grew cold in the suffocating obsessive mold of death. Fire for fire, you see. You caused both- that of your Clan, and that of my belly. It sickens me. These dark thoughts, they are not mine. A voice whispers and tells me to think these things, in time. It plants ideas. Yes, that disease. This voice can please what I yearn to avenge. How strange. It beckons to me, and I succumb. You see it too, shadow, the darkness grows in my mind. But it fades, sinking back into the darkness it emerged from. I knew not I had. It moves me. I remember your eyes, I remember your smile. So crooked. So evil. So true. Your form, it changes, like the phases of the moon. And my love, it burns as that of the sun. Are we one? I dream of the day I can confess such a prowess of feelings to your beloved ears. But I fear the words you utter in return. It burns. Inky shadow, it seems you are my nemesis. It fits. I try so hard to etch away the shadow, but I fear what I will find underneath. So sheath your claws, the bloody things, and tell me a story for the night to end. I am still but a kit at heart after all (when the voice has gone). Don't leave-must you really? I suppose it is so. Do you think of me, like I do? My love. Your loving hate, your cold fire, your light darkness. You are a contradiction that I've fallen for. Don't Forsake me, my dear. I know there is someone under your evil deeds who wishes to break free. But your self-made chains are getting old. Will they shatter? Time can tell. Instead, you think I love your imitation. Listen closely, listen well; no matter who you are, what you do, and how you feel, I will always love you. Buddy this is the most amazing thing ever!!! I know i told you this in person but it was so great i just had to say it here too! heart Dragonfire and Serpentfang's was also made of win!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! heart heart heart heart heart I like how this one fits their entire story over the course of the rp!!!! Its P E R F I C T ! 83 NYAHA thank you <3 Odes aren't normally told with a persona, so it was fun to experiment. <33 I GLAD YOUS LIKE IT B'NUDDY <3
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:10 am
If I missed your request, just quote it and I'll do it. ;; <33
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:06 pm
Winged Timberwolf KittySongLUVsJONASBoys I want a poem! D:
Style:
Lyric
Character:
Skywhisker, a warrior of Stormclan
Story:
SkywhisӃer was always the quiet Ӄit, she tended to sticӃ close to her mother. Her mother and father decided to name her SkyӃit.
Before her mother died. She had asked the leader, if she would name her dear snow-kit, SKywhisker. Her mother had said this.
"--star, please. I kjnow it's not normal. But please name my wonderful
snow-kit, Skywhisker. I am POSITIVE, that even when times are tough,
like the stars in the sky, she will feel Starclan from the tip of her tail to the ends of her whiskers..."
SkyӃit heard many stories of Brightheart, and dreamt of what it'd be liӃe to have met her, she listened in awe. Skywhisker's dad died a bit after she was born. And then her mom died while giving birth to Dawn(kit)paw, when Skywhisker was known as Skypaw. Skywhisker and Dawnpaw share the same mom, but have different dad's. SkywhisӃer absolutely adores Ӄits and hopes to have her own someday. She's usually cheerful and sweet, she's hardly ever angry, she'll only be angry if she has a good reason to be. And she is willing to do almost anything. If you can't find her looӃing at the Ӄits, she's probably hunting.
She is a very sweet and kind cat
PERSONALITY
SkywhisӃer a shy, thoughtful cat. She is a great friend and she is trustworthy, but she doesn't trust too easily.
SkywhisӃer is a dreamer, her mind may wander but she is a loyal clan cat at heart.
Additional Info:
nothing I can think of I am of the sky by and by do you see? My whiskers contain stars. I am of the clouds how now have you heard? How the little kit "rawrs"! I am of the air here and there can you feel? My comforting gaze sweeps wide. I am of the breeze those and these do you smell? My scent will never leave your side. I am of the wind sent then send do you taste? The world is all around us. I am of the paws flee no flaws can you sense? We are all one. ...okay that's a bit better. CC:
ooh, i love it
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:21 pm
KittySongLUVsJONASBoys Winged Timberwolf KittySongLUVsJONASBoys I want a poem! D:
Style:
Lyric
Character:
Skywhisker, a warrior of Stormclan
Story:
SkywhisӃer was always the quiet Ӄit, she tended to sticӃ close to her mother. Her mother and father decided to name her SkyӃit.
Before her mother died. She had asked the leader, if she would name her dear snow-kit, SKywhisker. Her mother had said this.
"--star, please. I kjnow it's not normal. But please name my wonderful
snow-kit, Skywhisker. I am POSITIVE, that even when times are tough,
like the stars in the sky, she will feel Starclan from the tip of her tail to the ends of her whiskers..."
SkyӃit heard many stories of Brightheart, and dreamt of what it'd be liӃe to have met her, she listened in awe. Skywhisker's dad died a bit after she was born. And then her mom died while giving birth to Dawn(kit)paw, when Skywhisker was known as Skypaw. Skywhisker and Dawnpaw share the same mom, but have different dad's. SkywhisӃer absolutely adores Ӄits and hopes to have her own someday. She's usually cheerful and sweet, she's hardly ever angry, she'll only be angry if she has a good reason to be. And she is willing to do almost anything. If you can't find her looӃing at the Ӄits, she's probably hunting.
She is a very sweet and kind cat
PERSONALITY
SkywhisӃer a shy, thoughtful cat. She is a great friend and she is trustworthy, but she doesn't trust too easily.
SkywhisӃer is a dreamer, her mind may wander but she is a loyal clan cat at heart.
Additional Info:
nothing I can think of I am of the sky by and by do you see? My whiskers contain stars. I am of the clouds how now have you heard? How the little kit "rawrs"! I am of the air here and there can you feel? My comforting gaze sweeps wide. I am of the breeze those and these do you smell? My scent will never leave your side. I am of the wind sent then send do you taste? The world is all around us. I am of the paws flee no flaws can you sense? We are all one. ...okay that's a bit better. CC: Yay! :'D
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 6:47 pm
Ooh timber! I love your poems! biggrin
Want! X3
Style:
non-rhyming but with a rhythm. Free-lance, i believe it's called?
Character:
Dicefoot
Story:
Dicefoot has always had a feeling of not belonging, and that nobody trusted her. Alone, she turned to who she assumed was her real deceased mother, Dewstar, for guidance. Her mind was soon filled with evil thoughts of murder and treachery, but was soon changed after Doveflight's Madness took hold of her. After her sister, Spadepaw, was horribly injured by Doveflight and put in a state of shock, she turned her back on the queen to keep Spadepaw alive. in the midst of all this, Dewstar was furious with Dicefoot's change of heart and abandoned her. Soon, Dicefoot lost her best friend and mate, Stripedkit,due to his breathing issues. During Doveflight's murderous rampage, she fought bravely with her sister against her bloodthirsty mother, rebuilding her trust with her sister. however, After her sister got a mate, this trust was broken again, and Dicefoot vowed to rid of Spadepaw, or break the relationship. She planned with Joypaw to run Spadestripe off the thunderpath but was caught by Galestar, his apprentice, and his bird mother, also her sister and her lover! She lost her plan with Joypaw, who changed of heart, and is now in the midst of a deep brooding, swearing by her life to rid of Spadepaw for all her meddling. She blames herself for all the recent deaths occurring in her clan, especially Blossomkit's. Dewstar and Forsaken are the only ones she believes in, which prevents all the starclan cats from talking to her- including her once-possible mate, Stripedkit. Lots of cats were worried about her and what she was plotting to do about Spadestripe. Dicefoot, after becoming warrior, brought her sister to the thunderpath in attempt to kill her. This failed, and cometstream saved Spadestripe, losing her life. Dicefoot ran to Seaclan, ran off, then returned right back to Breezeclan. She lost her memory of her evil and is slowly piecing it back together, hoping to find goodness in herself with her sister's new litter of kits and possible love, Reedwhisker.
PERSONALITY
Dicefoot is probably thought of as the cat lower than dirt in the clan. She's betrayed the clan too many times to count, couldn't accept she was birthed by her mother, Doveflight, attempted murder at her sister twice, and is held responsible for Cometstream's death. Considered an untrustable, bloodthirsty, and unlovable threat.
Additional Info:
It should sound like from the point of view of maybe her as a child, watching the future of herself. I would love it if it went by the same rhythm as "Child's play" by Gothika~ <3
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 7:58 pm
Cometsrain Ooh timber! I love your poems! biggrin Want! X3 Style: non-rhyming but with a rhythm. Free-lance, i believe it's called? Character: Dicefoot Story: Dicefoot has always had a feeling of not belonging, and that nobody trusted her. Alone, she turned to who she assumed was her real deceased mother, Dewstar, for guidance. Her mind was soon filled with evil thoughts of murder and treachery, but was soon changed after Doveflight's Madness took hold of her. After her sister, Spadepaw, was horribly injured by Doveflight and put in a state of shock, she turned her back on the queen to keep Spadepaw alive. in the midst of all this, Dewstar was furious with Dicefoot's change of heart and abandoned her. Soon, Dicefoot lost her best friend and mate, Stripedkit,due to his breathing issues. During Doveflight's murderous rampage, she fought bravely with her sister against her bloodthirsty mother, rebuilding her trust with her sister. however, After her sister got a mate, this trust was broken again, and Dicefoot vowed to rid of Spadepaw, or break the relationship. She planned with Joypaw to run Spadestripe off the thunderpath but was caught by Galestar, his apprentice, and his bird mother, also her sister and her lover! She lost her plan with Joypaw, who changed of heart, and is now in the midst of a deep brooding, swearing by her life to rid of Spadepaw for all her meddling. She blames herself for all the recent deaths occurring in her clan, especially Blossomkit's. Dewstar and Forsaken are the only ones she believes in, which prevents all the starclan cats from talking to her- including her once-possible mate, Stripedkit. Lots of cats were worried about her and what she was plotting to do about Spadestripe. Dicefoot, after becoming warrior, brought her sister to the thunderpath in attempt to kill her. This failed, and cometstream saved Spadestripe, losing her life. Dicefoot ran to Seaclan, ran off, then returned right back to Breezeclan. She lost her memory of her evil and is slowly piecing it back together, hoping to find goodness in herself with her sister's new litter of kits and possible love, Reedwhisker. PERSONALITY Dicefoot is probably thought of as the cat lower than dirt in the clan. She's betrayed the clan too many times to count, couldn't accept she was birthed by her mother, Doveflight, attempted murder at her sister twice, and is held responsible for Cometstream's death. Considered an untrustable, bloodthirsty, and unlovable threat. Additional Info: It should sound like from the point of view of maybe her as a child, watching the future of herself. I would love it if it went by the same rhythm as "Child's play" by Gothika~ <3 So...I believe you want an ode? xD Drip, drop, they say. Obey their words? None. To give is to lose, and to gain nothing returned is hardship. So young, so new, but nature has a way of sniffing out fresh ones. Tainted, they say. Listen to their words? Useless. I already know. So peek, should I? Impossible, they say. But I never listen, anyway. Oh, what surprise. What a drastic change. Though the trail is broken-the broken path sought is detectable. For one who must fall. Such a Striped heart must fall to ruin? Oh, my. Dice my own heart, then, and call it crowfood, if only to resurrect. Drip drop, they say. But when I peek, it seems more like a cascade. Such facade is easily see-through! Drip drop, the Dew reminds me. Such short passage must be maintained, and only with certainty. But where to find? She whispers, in my ear. Take away the sorrow, cleanse away the fear. There is peace found in madness, not necessarily evil. But, the Spade! Such a prominent death at the claws of a Dove is tormenting! I must abandon the wise Dew, to protect my Spade-! Oh, what's this? The Spade has achieved that which I have sufferingly lost. At whose order?! I did not command it! Oh, the lost Joy will aid me, yes! Peppering the Spade with love is sickening! That was for me, for me! And only me! Storm's wrath will be upon you all, heathens! Gale comes, this Gale, he blows away the storm, and the lost Joy is lost once more. Oh-! Such sin exposed to the golden bird, and the Spade! Such hate she bears me now. I only meant to teach the necessary lesson-! Drip drop, they say. Life is short. Slips by, like the Dew on a leaf. She's come back-to aid me. Despite my betrayal. How kind... The flowers Blossom in reverse, and I cannot help but ache. Such sorrow-my sins the cause? Could it be? Possibly. Maybe...Surely. The Spade is the cause! She sleeps ignorantly, despite my once-love! Life does not deserve to cradle her so! Let us rip it away, then, says the Dew. This time I listen. Path of Thunder- a rightful burial ground! Ah, this old executioner handles her axe readily this time-no hesitation! All of such conscience has been dripped dropped away-by the Dew. Yet, once more. The Fates play. Comets crash through-and burn away my chances. The Spade-such luck is not hers to own! What should be mine, all MINE! They do not understand-but the Sea is endless, and so it swallows me. The Breeze can contain me no more-but the Gales compell me. The eyes-burning. Too much to think of... Ah, my home. The gentle Breezes, more welcoming than the rough Sea! Such a creature as me must return to her calling! And, the Dew. It has been licked away by the sea. Too weak for such mighty waves! But even in gaseous state, she remains, fog in my mind. Memories...echoing in the past. I do not want them anymore. And, the Reeds, how soft they are. So comforting. I can give them the memories-they'll keep them safe, under lock and key, where they cannot hurt me. Sometimes, as I look into the Reeds, I see Stripes... Drip drop, they say. Time slips by. Not like a river- no. Only in the day. Overnight, it condenses into little droplets- and drip-drops its way back into day. Such a sneaky thing to live with! But life is nothing without Time. Such Dewdrops are necessary-no? If the Dew did not collect and return, Time would stop. And then all would die. They may as well die anyway. But such moments are in the future. Time, and its partner in crime, that Dew, await to unload all those horrors upon me. I am oblivious. For now I play, ignorantly, like the Spade will be. Happily, like the Joy once was. Blindly, like the crashing Comet will always be. Hopelessly, like the bloodied Dove. Because they may as well die anyway. LOL PLAYING SAD MUSIC WHILE WRITING IS HELPFUL. D8 I played this while listening ~ sadness <:CWhatchoo think? C:
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:13 pm
Gasp!!! No THAT song from THAT move!!!! *crys forever!!!!* crying crying crying crying crying crying
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:24 pm
Trixie Buddy Gasp!!! No THAT song from THAT move!!!! *crys forever!!!!* crying crying crying crying crying crying QAQ Q-QUE?! NO Sé TU PROBLEMA, SENORITA. EN QUE PUEDO SERVIRLE? NECESITAS AYUDAS? LO SIENTO POR EL VIDEO LINK. ASFASDFHASDKJFH /spanishrant Ahem...so you know the movie? o^o I was just listening to sad soundtracks. D: The one I'm listening to now is creepy/battley.
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:54 pm
Edited the rules a bit. There's now some new stuff to ask for. :3 Rhyme-wise, anyhow.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:04 pm
I dare you to do a poem.
Style: Doesn't matter.
Rhyme: Free is my personal favorite, but rhyme is cute.
Character: Poisonpetal - Warrior - Nightclan.
Story: Poisonpetal, bluntly, hates everything and everyone. She's envious of everyone, and could be described as cold. Or bitter. I like that one better.
Additional Info: I expect it to be dark, so don't worry about offense being taken.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:53 am
Oh
my
starclan.
Timber, that poem is freakin' AMAZING! It perfectly illustrates Dicefoot's life! Your word choice is beautiful! I am HONORED to have such a poem made for me! ;w;
Thank you a MILLION times over!
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:32 pm
Phancie I dare you to do a poem. Style: Doesn't matter. Rhyme: Free is my personal favorite, but rhyme is cute. Character: Poisonpetal - Warrior - Nightclan. Story: Poisonpetal, bluntly, hates everything and everyone. She's envious of everyone, and could be described as cold. Or bitter. I like that one better. Additional Info: I expect it to be dark, so don't worry about offense being taken. Haha otay...how about Lyric? >:3 Oh my, those eyes! Prettier than mine? I refuse! No, it's not "fine". How dare you let your eyes shine brighter! Oh me, that fur! Softer than this? I think not! Don't call me "miss". How dare you groom your fur to be smoother! Oh dear, those claws! Sharper than these? I disagree! I'll ignore your pleas. How dare you make your claws sharper! You can't mistake me for a fool. I will never be your tool. I've studied you far too long. I know every note in your song! I'll rip you from ear to ear! And then, my dear, we shall know whose claws are sharper! I'll skin you from head to toe! And then, you know, we shall feel whose fur is softer! I'll rip out those peepers! And then, my creepers, we shall see whose eyes shine brighter. Ah, such a dream is far from me, fading into the distance such poisonous thoughts lie low upon exposure, for instance and hide until the morrow. Ah, such satisfying images are not mine to keep, for they would be wrong but as I watch the petals fall, I realize they won't be gone for long my sanity is theirs to borrow. Yet as the days flow by and I am free time will tell, and time will see there will always be poison insdie of me.
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:48 pm
I want a poem! D:
Style: Ode
Rhyme: Free Lance
Character: Hauntedheart, medicine cat of NightClan
Story: Hauntedheart had always wanted to be a medicien cat ever since she first smelled the sweet scent of herbs. She used to be a happy, gentle she-cat when she was younger but that all changed as she got older. Her mentor was harsh, stern and Hauntedheart soon grew to hate her. She felt alone in NightClan, not wanting to be close to anyone, not even her brothers Wolfpaw and Raypaw. She was a good medicine cat but she had lost her heart and was cold and ill-tempered even at her young age. She put of walls to hide behind so no one could get close to her. She met Foxclaw when she was still an apprentice and he was a newly made warrior. He was from StormClan and Hauntedpaw tried to push him away but he wouldn't leave her alone. She felt her walls crumble to him and the medicine cat apprentice let the handsome tom in. They became very close quickly and met at the border as often as they could. At first, it was only friendly meetings but it soon turned into something more. Hauntedpaw grew strong feelings for Foxclaw but refused to admit it. She was a medicine cat! Then, the night she received her full name, the two finally admitted their feelings for each other and became mates. Hauntedheart finally felt happy again. Soon, the she became pregnant and kept it hidden from everyone. She gave birth to two kits, a still-born white tom that she named Whitekit and a ginger tabby she-cat that she named Fadingkit. She buried Whitekit and gave Fadingkit to Foxclaw, so the she-cat would be raised in StormClan. She knew it was right, but Huantedheart still felt much pain as she watched her daughter leave her forever. The next night, Hauntedheart went to her mate to find her mentor attacking him. She was helpless to do anything and had to watch as her mate and mentor tumbled off a cliff and into the river. Hauntedheart raced to the shore and went to Foxclaw, leaving her mentor to die on the bank. She was with him as he drew his last breaths, telling her how much he loved her, and spent the night with him. Heartbroken, Hauntedheart returned to NightClan and lied to the clan, telling them that a fox had killed her mentor. They believed her and Hauntedherat returned to her old, ill-tempered self.
Many moons have passed and Hauntedheart has slowly found a friend in Cinderwing. He is the only one she trusts and told him about her past. He is now the only one in the clan that knows. She still keeps others away but isn't as grumpy as she once was, but no one wants to get her angry. When Leopardstorm and Shatteredfang died, Hauntedheart became an adoptive mother to their kits, mainly Shatteredfang's. Shatteredfang's kits believe she is their real mother and Hauntedheart feels guilty about lying to them but worries they won't feel the same way about her if they knew the truth. She loves them dearly and wants what is best for them. She is a strong cat that will willing jump into battle for her clan, despite being a medicine cat.
Personality: A very strong, sharp-tongued she-cat. She is strong in both mind and body and can be very harsh. She isn't afraid to fight, with words or with claws. She isn't normally happy and isn't gentle either. No one wants to get on her bad side because it isn't a pretty place. On the outside, she appears rough, harsh, and grumpy but on the inside, if she will show you it, she is much softer. Although, she prefers not to get close to any cat. She has a very strong motherly instinct when it comes to kits and she would give her life for them. She cares for her clan and loves being a medicine cat but isn't afraid to jump into battle to protect her clanmates.
Additional Info: Nothing really
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 2:18 pm
Winged Timberwolf Phancie I dare you to do a poem. Style: Doesn't matter. Rhyme: Free is my personal favorite, but rhyme is cute. Character: Poisonpetal - Warrior - Nightclan. Story: Poisonpetal, bluntly, hates everything and everyone. She's envious of everyone, and could be described as cold. Or bitter. I like that one better. Additional Info: I expect it to be dark, so don't worry about offense being taken. Haha otay...how about Lyric? >:3 Oh my, those eyes! Prettier than mine? I refuse! No, it's not "fine". How dare you let your eyes shine brighter! Oh me, that fur! Softer than this? I think not! Don't call me "miss". How dare you groom your fur to be smoother! Oh dear, those claws! Sharper than these? I disagree! I'll ignore your pleas. How dare you make your claws sharper! You can't mistake me for a fool. I will never be your tool. I've studied you far too long. I know every note in your song! I'll rip you from ear to ear! And then, my dear, we shall know whose claws are sharper! I'll skin you from head to toe! And then, you know, we shall feel whose fur is softer! I'll rip out those peepers! And then, my creepers, we shall see whose eyes shine brighter. Ah, such a dream is far from me, fading into the distance such poisonous thoughts lie low upon exposure, for instance and hide until the morrow. Ah, such satisfying images are not mine to keep, for they would be wrong but as I watch the petals fall, I realize they won't be gone for long my sanity is theirs to borrow. Yet as the days flow by and I am free time will tell, and time will see there will always be poison insdie of me.
❥ Impressive. Appreciated.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 2:22 pm
Memories in the Mist I want a poem! D:Style: OdeRhyme: Free LanceCharacter: Hauntedheart, medicine cat of NightClanStory: Hauntedheart had always wanted to be a medicien cat ever since she first smelled the sweet scent of herbs. She used to be a happy, gentle she-cat when she was younger but that all changed as she got older. Her mentor was harsh, stern and Hauntedheart soon grew to hate her. She felt alone in NightClan, not wanting to be close to anyone, not even her brothers Wolfpaw and Raypaw. She was a good medicine cat but she had lost her heart and was cold and ill-tempered even at her young age. She put of walls to hide behind so no one could get close to her. She met Foxclaw when she was still an apprentice and he was a newly made warrior. He was from StormClan and Hauntedpaw tried to push him away but he wouldn't leave her alone. She felt her walls crumble to him and the medicine cat apprentice let the handsome tom in. They became very close quickly and met at the border as often as they could. At first, it was only friendly meetings but it soon turned into something more. Hauntedpaw grew strong feelings for Foxclaw but refused to admit it. She was a medicine cat! Then, the night she received her full name, the two finally admitted their feelings for each other and became mates. Hauntedheart finally felt happy again. Soon, the she became pregnant and kept it hidden from everyone. She gave birth to two kits, a still-born white tom that she named Whitekit and a ginger tabby she-cat that she named Fadingkit. She buried Whitekit and gave Fadingkit to Foxclaw, so the she-cat would be raised in StormClan. She knew it was right, but Huantedheart still felt much pain as she watched her daughter leave her forever. The next night, Hauntedheart went to her mate to find her mentor attacking him. She was helpless to do anything and had to watch as her mate and mentor tumbled off a cliff and into the river. Hauntedheart raced to the shore and went to Foxclaw, leaving her mentor to die on the bank. She was with him as he drew his last breaths, telling her how much he loved her, and spent the night with him. Heartbroken, Hauntedheart returned to NightClan and lied to the clan, telling them that a fox had killed her mentor. They believed her and Hauntedherat returned to her old, ill-tempered self.
Many moons have passed and Hauntedheart has slowly found a friend in Cinderwing. He is the only one she trusts and told him about her past. He is now the only one in the clan that knows. She still keeps others away but isn't as grumpy as she once was, but no one wants to get her angry. When Leopardstorm and Shatteredfang died, Hauntedheart became an adoptive mother to their kits, mainly Shatteredfang's. Shatteredfang's kits believe she is their real mother and Hauntedheart feels guilty about lying to them but worries they won't feel the same way about her if they knew the truth. She loves them dearly and wants what is best for them. She is a strong cat that will willing jump into battle for her clan, despite being a medicine cat.Personality: A very strong, sharp-tongued she-cat. She is strong in both mind and body and can be very harsh. She isn't afraid to fight, with words or with claws. She isn't normally happy and isn't gentle either. No one wants to get on her bad side because it isn't a pretty place. On the outside, she appears rough, harsh, and grumpy but on the inside, if she will show you it, she is much softer. Although, she prefers not to get close to any cat. She has a very strong motherly instinct when it comes to kits and she would give her life for them. She cares for her clan and loves being a medicine cat but isn't afraid to jump into battle to protect her clanmates.Additional Info: Nothing really (( I'll put this on my to-do list. Odes take me at least 7 minutes, and I'm literally crunched for time today. xD I won't forget, oh nono! :3 ))
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