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Post by glowlynose on Mar 2, 2010 0:18:42 GMT -5
That Somebody Isn't Me [/center][/font] Though at times I have shown signs of all my weakness, you must know that somewhere in me there is strength. There is courage. It's just too scared to come out most of the time. You told me that this would hurt. I could never have imagined how much. "If I don't break your heart now, things will just get worse," you said. "The ends will justify the pain it took you to get there," you said. You told me to lean on you, to trust you. Today, I'll trust you with the confidence of somebody who's never known defeat. Just, please, please, don't forget, that that somebody isn't me. --- Word Count: 110 Prompt: # 102, courage. The Voice: Willowpaw of FogClan (Slug) The Spoken To: Snow-whisker of FogClan (NP, Slug) Comments: Alrighty, so, you might've guessed this already, but I was once again inspired by a song. I was just on the bus and all of a sudden BLAM. It was a total glee moment. "AMG, IT'S WILLOWPAW'S SONG!!!  " I did get a few strange looks, but it's okay, because I was immediately inspired for this drabble. It might not match up exactly with Willowpaw's character, but oh well. It's written. If you wanna check out the song, it Let It All Out by Relient K. [/center] |
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 3, 2010 20:13:27 GMT -5
Catch A Falling Star And Put It In Your Pocket [/center][/font] "Catch a falling star and keep it close to your heart, little one. It's a good thing to have on you."
Hawkheart scoffed at the memory of his mother. What a ridiculous idea to poison a young one's mind with. Catch a falling star?
That star would have to fall a very long way to be catchable. And besides, he couldn't catch himself.
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Word Count: 63
Prompt: #70, star.
The Voice: Hawkheart of MeadowClan (Me, WIP)
Comments: Lost made the song creepy, so I decided to make it depressing. Whooo~
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 5, 2010 19:35:37 GMT -5
Justification of Hate Doesn't Make it Right, Little One. [/font][/center] Twolegs destroy everything. They tear up our trees, and with them, the very foundations of our lives. What has survived for centuries should remain where it has been since the very center of the earth was forged.
Twolegs hold no respect for the ancients: Oak, Yew, Ash, Willow, Pine. They take what nature has given us and they make it into something hard, something false, something irrevocably dead. It will stay that way until it disintegrates, destroyed by the very forces of nature that twolegs strive to control.
All they know how to do is destroy. This is why I hate them.
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Word Count: 102
Prompt: #4, ancient.
The Voice: Crowpaw of Pineclan (Me)
Comments: OKAY, I COULDN'T HELP IT. It was about time for an angry Crowpaw drabble. It could've been more, though.
Haha, I'm such a bad person. I usually go over the world limit. |D
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 5, 2010 20:01:04 GMT -5
Don't Bother Fighting Life, Just Let it Be [/center][/font] Why does everyone want to resist what life throws at them? Fighting life only makes living through it that much harder. Death will come, life will come, and the world still goes around. Why bother trying to deny the world? It's the most powerful thing of all. Nothing you or I could ever do can contend with the forces that sustain life and bring death to us all.
Don't bother fighting it; live your life to the fullest.
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Word Count: 78
Prompt: #60, resistance.
The Voice: Loki (Rogue, Cloudie)
Comments: ... yeah. I tried, okay Cloudie?
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 11, 2010 21:08:14 GMT -5
Every Day I Ask Myself... [/font][/center] Happiness. The word has such a strange flavor. It's been so long since I've felt real happiness that I've quite near forgotten what it feels like, what it tastes like.
What is happiness? Is it waking up on a blooming spring morn, tasting the new birth on the air? Can happiness be found in the ethereal song of the mourning dove, or in the frantic flight of the hummingbird? Those fragile wings keep such a furious beat.
Will I find happiness in my lonely sunrises and sunsets, nobody but myself and nature to witness the spectacle?
Or, rather, is happiness to be found in another?
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Word Count: 105
Prompt: #2, happy.
The Voice: Rain (Loner, WIP, Me)
Comments: I'm just trying to get a feel for Rain's character. Actually, I'm trying to decide what exactly his character is. This very well might change, so don't be surprised if his finished character has nothing to do with this. I just liked this one, so I decided to put it up.
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 12, 2010 3:41:25 GMT -5
Repentance Comes In Many Forms [/center][/font] To the brink of my sanity
And back again
I have been driven
By demons,
And for what cause? To what end?
For an empty life?
For the sake of my own stubbornness?
Am I really serving a higher purpose in what I do?
Ah, but it is too late for me.
I cannot turn back now.
I suppose history repeats itself;
I've been stuck here once before.
So it is, and I suppose this is the way it will be
Until the day I find out if all this,
If everything I'm doing,
Was really justified.
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Word Count: 97
Prompt: #3, driven.
The Voice: Tawnywhisker of FogClan (Me)
Comments: Um... yeah. Here she is, folks, in one of her future forms. Wonderful, isn't she? Guilt is so becoming.
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 12, 2010 3:56:06 GMT -5
Sometimes It's Okay to Dwell on What Might Have Been [/center][/font] Eyes are supposed to be windows to the soul. I never got to see my brother's eyes, for life never stirred them. Does that mean he doesn't have a soul, mama?
I bet that if he'd lived, he would've had the most beautiful eyes in the world.
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Word Count: 47
Prompt: #4, window.
The Voice: Maplekit/heart of FogClan (WIP, Slug)
Comments: Poor, poor Mapleheart.
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 12, 2010 4:14:06 GMT -5
Simply Losing Something Isn't The Same As Watching it Burn [/center][/font] He used to dream of her. It always made him happy to dream about her, because she always made him happy. He couldn't get enough of her, not even in his sleep.
But then one day she left, and it was his fault. His dreams changed drastically after that. Filled with fire, they were, yes, fire and the gut-wrenching terror that comes with love being burned away.
He would wake up in the night, shaking and whimpering like a little kit, because his dreams weren't just dreams. They were a memory.
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Word Count: 91
Prompt: #6, imagination.
The Unfortunate Soul: Briartail of StreamClan (Me)
Comment: For those of you who don't get it, check out his bio.
... sorry I'm doing so many with my own characters. e.e
Haha, try and read it with a mental Gollum voice. It makes it much more entertaining. -shot-
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 12, 2010 18:19:21 GMT -5
What A Useless Tree - Not Even Enough Leaves to Provide Shade [/center][/font] How can anybody expect me to be happy when I'm named after a tree that cries?
Oh, sure, the leaves are all very nice and pretty, shimmering and silver, but they fall off. Willow trees are so ugly with their leaves gone. Maybe that's why nobody loves me. I'm not pretty enough.
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Word Count: 52
Prompt: #7, the tree.
The Voice: Willowpaw of FogClan (Slug)
Comments: You could always let your leaves grow back, little one.
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Post by glowlynose on Mar 12, 2010 23:11:33 GMT -5
Why, it's You, Silly. As we sat in the loft of our barn, you looked out at a shooting star. Its fiery trail left a mysterious gleam in your eyes. I still haven't figured it out.
"Somewhere, a kit was just born," you said.
"Oh?"
"Yes. Don't you know that we're all stars? Somewhere, a star fell when you were born too."
"What about that one?" It was a star that didn't blink, just above the mountains. You looked at it and smiled.
"Why, it's you, silly! Those stars are the most special of all. They'll never fail."
"I love you too, Ember." Bliss.
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Word Count: 100
Prompt: #19, celestial.
The Voice: Briartail of StreamClan (Me)
Other Characters: Ember (NP, deceased)
Comments: I had this idea, and it wouldn't leave my mind alone. YOU'RE WELCOME, BRAIN. It's done.
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" I did get a few strange looks, but it's okay, because I was immediately inspired for this drabble. It might not match up exactly with Willowpaw's character, but oh well. It's written.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp