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Post by >>>>Redfang<<<< on Dec 18, 2006 17:00:34 GMT -5
Whitefang was on his own, close to the StormClan border. His sister, Redfang, was off on a patrol. He only had one thought on his mind, I wish I had somebody to love.
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Post by Snowstorm on Dec 18, 2006 17:09:17 GMT -5
Snowstorm came trotting into Stormclan's camp, humming a little tune she made up to herself.
"Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?
Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah
Oh Lord
Somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I'm ok, I'm alright
Ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord!
Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?" [/b] She sang, her heart put into these words.
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Post by >>>>Redfang<<<< on Dec 18, 2006 17:14:51 GMT -5
Whitefang looked up when he heard someone humming. He looked aroung and saw a white she-cat with sparkeling blue eyes.
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Post by Snowstorm on Dec 18, 2006 17:19:16 GMT -5
Snowstorm was too absorbed in her soft songs to notice exactly where she was.
"Can anybody find me somebody to love?"
She sang again.
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Post by .Sketch; on Dec 18, 2006 17:51:21 GMT -5
The long muzzle of Cresentmoon poked its way out of the Elder's den adn a pair of groggy ice blue eyes fluttered open. His jaws opened wide in a silent yawn, his fangs glistened in the moon light before he stretched out. He had been awoken once again by singing, oh my, warriors these days. Chuckling softly to himself he shook his head and stretched his legs, following the she-cat out of camp and over to the boarder. He soon saw Whitefang alone and Snowstorm just a little bit off him. His eye brows rose for a second before he shook his head again a cheeky smile nipping at the corners of his moulth. "'Lo Whitefang, hows ThunderClan" he purred warmly, steam rising from his moulth as warm air hit cold. |
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Post by >>>>Redfang<<<< on Dec 18, 2006 17:55:02 GMT -5
((Whitefang is in ThunderClan and is sitting near the border......))
"Hey! Your name is Snowstorm, isn't it?" mewed Whitefang to the white StormClan she-cat. "ThunderClan is good, Cresentmoon, I hope it is the same in StormClan?" he mewed.
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Post by .Sketch; on Dec 18, 2006 18:02:34 GMT -5
Suddenly a second sweet chorus of humming broke out, this from some where else in the forest. It wasn't long before a pretty young she-cat broke out of the bracken, some sort of herbs clutched gently in her moulth. Her eyes were bright and twinkling like new born stars as she hopped merrily along. Her eyes caught upon a group of cats and she walked over her moulth still full, she flicked her tail in greeting to Whitefang before looking curiously at the StormClanners, making sure she bowed her head neatly to the Elder. Cresentmoon dipped his head back and flicked her on the nose with the tip of his tail chuckling once more. He nodded to Whitefang and smiled again. "Yes, StormClans fine, all chirpy as usual" he said flashing a glance over at Snowstorm. |
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Post by Snowstorm on Dec 18, 2006 18:36:38 GMT -5
Snowstorm smiled shly and stopped her singsongs. "Oh! Hello Cresentmoon." She said bowing her head. "And you too." Dipping her head again to the Thunderclanners.
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Post by »»»Duskstar;; on Dec 20, 2006 21:17:25 GMT -5
A lean tortoiseshell pelt dashed out of the StormClan camp as soon as he found the perfect time. The time when no one was looking. He made sure he was plenty fox-lengths away before stopping for a breath, chuckling. Got away again! he thought triumphantly, both nose and tail high in the air. It was now turning into some sort of a game for this troublesome apprentice- how long could he stay away from picking bugs off the Elders pelts before getting caught again?
Strange, he knew. Wouldn't your average apprentice learn from their mistakes by now? Mistakes? The tom snorted. Ha, that's funny. I never thought of them that way. Shrugging ever so slightly, the multi-colored figure slunk through the forest once more, bored to death. There wasn't any fun any more in sneaking out. He'd have to do something more drastic next time... I'll have to speak with Firepaw about it. Firepaw, his brother, was doubled as his partner in crime. However, the other tom had enough sense to manage a real training lesson at least a few times a moon... This past moon, how many training sessions had Talonpaw had? One? Two?
Lost in thought, the young tom stopped in his tracks as voices approached his ears. He crouched low behind the underbrush, hoping his loud, clumsy paws weren't heard. However, Talonpaw knew that if not that, his familiar scent would definitely catch someone's nose. Especially that Elder. Curse my luck! Good Starclan, why do I run into cats every single time!? Talonpaw kept himself from hissing at his luck as he managed to get lower and lower, muscles now aching.
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Post by rainfeather on Aug 1, 2008 18:18:16 GMT -5
DON'T MOCK JESUS CHRIST! HE DIED FOR YOUR SINS SO YOU CAN SPEND ETERNITY IN COMFORT. PLEASE RESPECT HIM. IF YOU THINK OTHERWISE, THAN DELETE MY PROFILE.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 3, 2008 23:09:01 GMT -5
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