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CaveClan's surviving Chapter 1This story is going to be very short, i'm only making this to show CaveClan's disappearance.
I smelled the smoke and ignored it. I heard the pain my own medicine cat was in but I ignored it.
"This shouldn't have ever happened!" I growled as I jumped down from the top of the cave.
"She had to give birth right now!" I continued.
"Please somebody help!" She wailed.
I told my Clan to ignore her. And they followed my orders.
A 9 moons ago she fell in love with a GrassClan tom... When I found out I told her to stop visiting him". She didn't. So I just watched I was forced to see her amongst the fire having kits.
"My deputy started this fire." I growled
"PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME." She wailed again
Then through the flames I saw a white tom with many gray specs on his coat.
"Her mate." I growled hatefully
He quickly dragged her away from the flames that were lapping at her pretty white and orange coat.
That once again reminded me that she was my daughter... Once.
"Darkstar! How dare
The tale of Lasagnapelt (Garfield and Warriors)This story may or may not be continued.
Odie: Brufff Bruff Grown
Arlene: Warriors or Garfield
Garfield: *hisses* I'm trying to sleep!
"Its a great day to sleep." Garfield thought.
"Hiya Garfield!" Nermal meowed.
"Or to mail Nermal to Abu dhabi." Garfield muttered under his breath.
"Today I found some cats!" Nermal meowed.
"Oh really?!" Garfield hissed.
"Yes!" Nermal smiled.
Garfield quickly facepawed and realized if Nermal told him he would leave him alone. "Fine, tell me about them, then get out of my house!" "They were scarred and they said they lived in the forest!" Nermal said excitedly. "Great..." Garfield muttered. "What are you doing in ShadowClan territory?!" A large white tom with black paws hissed.
"ShadowClan? Who's that?! I'm not in ShadowClan..." Garfield meowed.
"Wrong! You are standing in it right this very second!" A
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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