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more cinnamonkit :3 The ginger cat's blue eyes brightened, staring at the juicy rabbit she had caught. When she turned her small head up to look at the sky, a giant black swirling cloud was hovering above, like a massive grey tom ready to pounce. The kit's eyes shot open wide, though she was nearly a apprentice at the age of 5 moons. It was just a dream! she thought to herself,although she could still smell the rabbit dangling her pale jaws. The kit's mother Maplestar was not in the nursery as much, but still slept there, she could here her soft breathing as her flanks went up and down softly. " Cinnamonkit! " a voice sounded from behind her.
spark another part The huge black tom's silver-blue eyes were unreadable as he stared at the terrified kits, before he even smelled the air he could tell they were kitty pets." what are you four kitty pets doing in River clan territory? " the black cat spat. Ivon stared at the tom, three times larger then himself. " W-e've ccomme t-oo see are fatthhhher " Ivon stammered watching his sister's shoulders tense, he realized she was about to bolt past the enormous cat. Before Ivon or his brothers could stop her from unsheathing her claws and hissing with ears back she thrust forward, spraying up earth as the tom doubled backward confused. Timber followed a little less gracefully and Ivon shot off too, but the tom regained his sense before chitter starting his run and he blocked the kits way growling. Ivon turned his head, only to watch in horror as the cat chased his young brother back to their house folk wailing. Timber nudged Ivon his eyes filled with terror a
Spark chapter 2 [im starting where i left off in ^preview] Chapter 2
Sapphire stared out unto the forest with her amber eyes, the band of brothers beside her getting ready to leap off the fence but little did she know her trip into the emerald forest would be endless because really she would never leave.With a quick look back at her kitty pet home she jumped unto the soft grass on the other side of the fence trailed by her brothers. " lets go! " timber mewed, making Ivon purr with amusement. Paw by paw they picked their way through the forest not bothering to smell just enjoyi
Spark The soft light of the moon glittered beautifully off the shallow river, where fish swam in peace and life was different, but some days some fish were very unlucky to be chosen as a cat's next meal. The pure black tom that sat at the edge of the water, his eyes scanning for prey, leaped forward into the water grasping a squirming silver fish and with a kill-bite setting it out unto the rocky earth. The tom ate, licking the last bites up and got to his paws sleepily heading under the shade of a willow tree, he stretched out unto the soft grass closing his eyes feeing comfortable letting the soft stirring of wind blowing against the reddish and brownish leafs lull him to sleep. ~end of intro thingy
The early morning light shafted through the trees, marking the beginning of a new d
Luna's Journey part3 [high council p.o.v Dust's cold amber eyes sparked with flames as he angrily watched Tren's constant pacing. " Oh stop it! " Dust howled glaring at Tren. Ice just laughed, like she enjoyed their bickering but really it was one of the only amusing things that ever happened between the trio council high members. " yes please Tren, just because your worried you needn't worry us" Ice snickered. Tren looked up at them, his eyes were weary and his breath shallow, but the only thing that kept him from talking was the long howl of a wolf which meant it was time for a council meeting on the grassy bed just below. As Dust, Ice, and Tren slowly picked their way through the rocky slope that led to the bottom, the chill breeze that made the grass swing swiftly was picking up even harder then before. Tren jumped onto the soft dirt trail, making his way to the clearing and taking his place on the far right , with a look back he gestured for Ice and Dust. The eldest golden pelted wolf began, " Hello
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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