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Post by glowlynose on Apr 19, 2010 20:21:24 GMT -5
Briartail, you're cracked. But maybe it's not such a bad thing.
[/font] "Good morning, Redtail!"
At first, as I glanced up to the sky, I thought that you must be cracked. The sun had passed its peak for the day- no more morning.
"What, do you have bees for your brain? It's the afternoon, see!"
"No, I meant what I said. The afternoon hasn't ended yet, so I can't say if it was good or not."
Then you just pranced away, smiling as if everything was right in the world. How come you always have to be so... happy? You're one of the weirdest warriors ever, I can tell you that much.
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Word Count: 100
Prompt: #17, visionary.
The Voice: Redtail of StreamClan (Cloudie)
The Spoken About: Briartail of StreamClan (Me)
Comments: Briartail might be a little bubblehead most of the time, but sometimes he has his moments.
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Post by glowlynose on Apr 20, 2010 19:52:57 GMT -5
Come Back To Me [/font] "Don't you dare lie to me! You're lying, I know you are!"
"No, Willowpaw, I- "
"You stole my best friend from me. She was fine with me, and then you had to go and show up! You stole her away, Crowpaw, and now she can barely look at me! She hates me, just like you hate me."
"No, I don't hate you. I could never hate you, you're- "
"JUST SHUT UP, OKAY? You never listen to me. You only care about yourself and your stupid little herbs. You don't even care about Bluefur or Mom or Juncopaw."
"Willowpaw, wait, don't run away!"
"Someday everybody's going to find out what you really are. Then they'll feel stupid for thinking that you're 'so great.'"
You ran away after that, probably thinking that you'd hurt my feelings. But I saw you, sister, and if cats could cry you would've been. Can't you see that hating me is only hurting you? Come back to me and see that I love you, Willowpaw.
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Word Count: 168
Prompt: #12, passion.
The Voice: Crowpaw of PineClan (Me)
The Spoken To: Willowpaw of PineClan (Whiskers)
Comments: The world would be a better place if more people were like Crowpaw. I wish I could be more like him sometimes. By the way, the passion referred to here is Willowpaw's hatred of her brother.
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Post by glowlynose on May 15, 2010 16:31:11 GMT -5
Love Can Be Toxic [/center][/font] I told you not to eat the berries, no matter how shiny and red and good they looked. I told you they would make you sick. So then what did you do? You ate every last one of them. Now you're going to die, and there is nothing I can do.
Twolegs use that plant for something weird and "romantic," but I don't see how they can. I mean, they say that it's a symbol of love, that it creates love or something weird like that. Well, for us, it destroys things. It destroys life and love. How can they stand something like that?
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Word Count: 104
Prompt: #15, mistletoe.
The Voice: Finchpaw of FogClan (Whiskers)
Comments: Well, hooray for mistletoe. Sorry guys, I couldn't think of any other way to use this prompt.
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Post by glowlynose on May 18, 2010 16:55:42 GMT -5
What part of "MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA" don't you understand? [/font]
"Hey Briar, watch this!"
"Watch what?"
"I'm gonna take over the forest, see?"
"How, Flare?"
"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
"Flare, you're silly. You can't take over the forest."
"What part of 'mwahahahaha' don't you understand? I can do it. My evil laugh enables me!"
"This game is boring."
"Fine, I'll just go play with Snowy then."
"Okay. Have fun!"
I miss those days. We got along back then. We played games, even if you left in the middle and went to play with our sister. Well, now I'd play any game with you, brother, no matter how boring or ridiculous it is.
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Word Count: 99
Prompt: #99, I miss you.
The Voice: Briartail of StreamClan (Me)
The Spoken To: Firefang of PineClan (Me)
Comments: Firefang is coming back. I'm gonna start playing him again, whoop-de-doo. :D
Anyhow, yeah. Poor Briartail. Perhaps I should do a Firefang drabble too, just to start figuring out his character again.
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Post by glowlynose on Jun 1, 2010 3:12:16 GMT -5
Invictus
You wouldn't have wanted me to do what I've just done, father. "Just stick it out, son," you would've said. "Don't be a coward and run. Be brave like you used to be."
Well, you know what, dad? I'm done caring what you would think. You're dead. You don't rule over me anymore. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.
Know what that means, dad? Yeah, that's right. I'm back. Aren't you proud? Your little Willowpaw's growing up. And this little Willowpaw's gonna try captaining his own soul for a while, instead of letting you do it for him.
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Word Count: 106
Prompt: #83, never too late.
The Voice: Willowpaw, formerly of FogClan (Slug)
The Spoken To: Snow-whisker
Comments: I know this is probably way off course in his character development, but this is how I imagined Willowpaw right now. Slug, if this is inaccurate, please don't kill me. I mean, in any case, running away with Owlstar and all the rest of them took some guts on his part. I'm just playing around with the idea of his new freedom freeing him a bit. It's about time he gets over his father anyway, yeah?
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Post by glowlynose on Jun 13, 2010 3:37:56 GMT -5
Martyrdom Doesn't Come Without A Reason [/font]
The patrol came, and she came with it. When they first threw her to the ground, and she glared back at them with the same hatred that they showed her, nobody thought anything of it. Why should they? She was PineClan. They all chalked it up to foolish, sinful bravado. What else could it be?
But when they beat her... I saw that it was something different. It was bravery and courage, not a lie that her eyes had shown.
Now they're about to do what they did to her to me, maybe even worse, but I won't be scared. I have to be like her, for the sake of everybody.
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Word Count: 111
The Prompt: #20, bravado.
The Voice: Dovepaw of FogClan (Me)
The Spoken About: Harepaw of PineClan (Pyro)
Comments: I really wish that I could've put more into this. Stupid word limit. I hate having to be so obscure. You guys get it though, sort of, right?
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Post by glowlynose on Oct 4, 2010 0:33:28 GMT -5
The Best Sort of Bias to Have is None At All.
"Bluefur, what's a bigot?"
"Why, little one? Did somebody call you that?"
"No, they called Miststar that. It doesn't sound very nice."
"Well... a bigot is... uh..."
"Bluefur, why does everybody say mean things about everybody else? I know Miststar's not a good cat, but still, it's not right. She deserves to be loved as much as anybody else."
That left you speechless, my old friend. I suppose it had never occurred to you before.
"Maybe if somebody showed her love then she wouldn't be so mean to everybody. And maybe if nobody said mean things, there wouldn't be any bigots, whatever those are."
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Word Count: 104
Prompt: #44, bias.
The Voice: Crowpaw of PineClan (Me)
The Spoken To: Bluefur of PineClan (Slug)
Comments: Wow, this is really my first drabble since June. I felt like I had to write something though, since my posting muse is effectively, er, nonexistent right now.
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Post by glowlynose on Jan 15, 2011 2:50:02 GMT -5
The Best Sort of Luck in the World [/font] Once upon a time, in a very far away place, a she-cat gave a little plant to a tom. It was solid green, and had four flat, bulbous things on the top. It was old and a little bit shriveled up, and the tom, a handsome young thing, stared skeptically. What was this? So he asked.
And she told him. It was a shamrock, she said, and the day she’d found it had been the luckiest day of her life. It was the day she met him. They were best friends, you see, and would be forever, or so they thought. That was the best luck of all.
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Word Count: 108
Prompt: #18, shamrock.
Characters: Rainpaw and Analucia >>;
Comments: Yeah, I know, enough with the sappy RainxAna stuff, but how else am I supposed to write about a shamrock? They're the only two I can think of who'd know what a shamrock was, even. -shrugs-
Sorry. |D
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Post by glowlynose on Jan 15, 2011 3:03:08 GMT -5
The Strike of the Infamous She-Badger! Hawkheart grinned. Crowclaw was so much fun to tease, and it made for so much fun. Right now it looked like he would like to skin her alive. That would be fun.
Eh, she didn’t care. Her trademark smirk was plastered on her face as she danced around her clanmate, giggling hysterically. And then she did the unthinkable. She licked him, right smack on the nose!
Crowclaw spluttered furiously, but she just laughed and trotted away. She was maddening like that.
The Infamous She-Badger had struck again!
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Word Count: 87
Prompt: #21, lick.
Characters: Crowclaw (Slug) and Hawkheart (Me) of MeadowClan
Comments: I know it's a bit lax on the details, but you can totally see this going down, yeah? Oh, they'll be such great friends.
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Post by glowlynose on Jan 17, 2011 19:06:08 GMT -5
If I do have a soul, give it to someone who deserves it. [/font] You all tell me that I need to follow your rules so that my soul can go to StarClan when I’m gone. You’re overlooking one important thing though. I don’t have a soul.
Could anybody with a soul do what I’ve done? Betrayal is the worst offense against anybody. It’s worse than murder, worse than all the sins your silly little rules lay out. My soul would be an ugly thing indeed if I did have one.
But I don’t. I can’t. I don’t deserve a soul, not after what I’ve done.
He can have it if he wants, though.
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Word Count: 100
Prompt: #56, betrayal.
The Voice: Dovepaw of FogClan (Me)
The Spoken About: Smokefur of FogClan (Poizuun)
Comments: Rolo commended me for Dovepaw's reaction because she said it was realistic and I was brave for writing it. This is the aftermath though. Does it still seem brave?
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp