Ok just wanted to say yeah 1st comment and a story for Fuzzy!!!!! it is called Fuzzy's Story Enjoy: I whistled for my dog Sparky, grabbed my diary and ran out the door. I dashed to the forest but Sparky had gotten chased off my a dragon! I tried to save him but i had to keep going. I ran for days without looking back until i saw a glimmer of light. Could it be another kingdom? No i pushed away that silly thought it was just the sun through the trees. I wondered if i would ever she my Aunt and Uncle again. Would i ever get a chance to enjoy being a princess again? I couldnt answer any of those question and decided i would know in the future. The next day i continued my search for another kingdom. I heard laughter andi looked around for the source of that noise. i saw a flash of black fur and a glimpse of tan fur. Could it be another kingdom? i slowly santered forward, careful not to make any noise. I saw a beatiful young fox and what seemed like her daughter. I watched them carfully for a while, after 5 days of watching them i decided to approach. They were so nice to me the young fox, whose name is PeppyRoil, took me in as her iwn as her own, from then on i have been know as FuzzyRoil!
I mosted a story on my things WHOPPZ here's another story,
"Com'on Violet we don't have all day!" "Okay okay i'm here!" Violet ran to Jake panting, "Okay ready?" "Yup I'm ready Violet." Violet grabbed Jake by the paw and flew up into the air, "Hold on!" "Oh now you say that?" Jake sighed to himself as Violet flew along the cloudly sky. "Are we there yet?" "No Jake." "ARE WE THERE YET!?!" "You just asked me that."
"Now we're here!" "Coolio!" "Ya its pretty awesome.." "So is this what you call home?" "Yup!" "Nice.." "Its amazing don't you think ehh?" Violet stared into the sky waiting for Jake's answer but she never got one. "Jake!?! Where did you go!?!" Violet gasped as she saw huge paw prints with droplets of blood close by them. Part 1! :D
Frost here! Just going to stick my chapters on here, one comment at a time.
Prologue
The muscular snow leopard stood at the door, lost deep in thought. He was one of the most vicious kings in the whole vicious region of the Darker Kingdoms. His claws and teeth where sharp and bloodstained from countless, brutal, gory wars. His soldiers where tougher than diamonds, and also showed much worse than no mercy, he made sure of it. He would eat the slimy insides of the general of a defeated army to celebrate his victory and show his superiority, enjoying plunging his muzzle in the open belly. The horrible screeches of pain from the torture chamber would lull him to bed at night. He was feared and respected by so many.
He was King Malicis.
Why, then, was he standing nervously at the door of his young daughter’s door, hesitant to barge in?
His beautiful daughter, his only weakness, was mad at him, at it broke his cold, merciless heart. He only wanted her to understand!
Malicis’s eyes felt warm and moist. His fur soon felt wet, and he realized he was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Rose, please, understand…”
He jumped as he heard the soft paw-padding of his cruel guards. Too prideful to be seen as a sobbing ball of fluff, he quickly scampered in the other direction.
“Oh, why did it have to end up this way?” The king lamented.
Sitting at a small wooden table where two snow leopards. One, whose sleek, black coat had long been tangled and bloodstained, and the other, with rosy cream colored fur and icy blue eyes. The latter was picking at her food with her sharp claws, not seeming to be very hungry.
“Rose! Quick playing with your food!” The black leopard exclaimed.
Rose stopped picking at the meat and sat quietly, paws folded neatly into her lap. King Malicis, the black leopard, knew something was wrong with his daughter.
“Rose? You usually devour your meals. Are you okay?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew the cause of this lack of appetite: nervousness. She was awaiting the answer of the announcement Malicis had sent out months earlier.
“Look, Rose, I don’t know-” Before he could finish his sentence, a guard came barging in to the small room.
“Sire! We have received answers from all the snow leopard kingdoms. All the eligible princes will certainly participate in the contest for young Princess Rose’s paw in marriage.”
Rose breathed a sigh of relief. The anticipation was over. A worthy suitor would be chosen for her in a potentially fatal contest. It was the best way to choose her future husband. Of course, she had heard stories of foolish princesses who rejected the contests or forced marriages to run off with peasants, outlaws, or maybe even refusing to get married at all. She would never be accused of breaking the highly enforced laws of the kingdoms. She understood this was for her kingdom’s sake, and if a prince could win her father’s brutal competition, he was definitely worth marrying.
“When will the contest be held, Father?” Rose inquired innocently.
King Malicis looked down at his young daughter. “Don’t worry, honey. It will only be about a year before the preparations are over.”
Rose frowned, thought it over, and smiled. She would have plenty of time to prepare. “Okay, Father!” She put on her sweetest smile and skipped off to her room, her meal still uneaten.
Malicis watched his daughter skip off. “The sorry kitten who wins the contest better be worthy enough to marry her,” he spat, and then noticed the guard still standing there. Malicis shoved the guard towards the table. “Here,” he said casually. “We’re not hungry.”
The guard’s eyes lit up as he prepared to plunge his muzzle into a feast fit for a king (and a princess.)
***
If one where to travel to the outer edges of the kingdom, they would find the Everdark Forest. It was said to be home to several vicious creatures who would tear apart the first outsider they saw. Even King Malicis’s guards where ordered to stay away from it. But perhaps, if one where to travel to a certain point on the outer edges of the Everdark Forest, they could hear someone splashing in a river of clear, fresh water, and the joyful humming of a dark red snow leopard.
The leopard continued humming his jovial song as he leaped out of the river and violently shook his fur to dry out. He continued humming as he grabbed his leather satchel. He continued as he trotted through the forest, watching the creatures scamper by. He loved everything about this place. The creatures, the plants, everything, and it was all under his protection.
A small rabbit with sharp fangs and devil horns came running to the leopard. “Everdark,” it whined. “I gots a thorn stucks in my footsie.”
“Oh Junior, again? You just can’t seem to stay out of that rose bush, huh? And you don’t have to call me Everdark. It’s too… formal.”
“But ‘Thorn’ is whats I keep getting stucks in my footsies,” Junior whined.
Thorn the Everdark reached down to inspect Junior’s foot. He put a paw into his satchel to grab a few herbs to rub on Junior’s sore foot. The thorn was soon gone.
“Thanks Everdark!” Junior smiled. Thorn smiled back, but it was quickly replaced by a look of worry.
“You guys can handle yourselves, right?” Thorn said weakly.
“Bu-bu-but Everdark, you can’t leave! We need you!” Junior sniffed.
“Sorry Junior,” Thorn sighed. “I’m going to the kingdom. I-I-I need to experience life in a different way. I’ll be back, I promise.” And with that he quickly turned his back on the sniffing devil rabbit so he wouldn’t have to see those adorable puppy eyes that had been a major obstacle in his journey.
“I love living here, I love being your Everdark, but there comes a time everyone has to venture outside of their comfort zone. It’s just part of growing up. I’ll be back, I promise, I would never abandon you…” Thorn whispered, as if only trying to convince himself it would be okay. As he walked away, the plants seemed to whither a little and the animals grew silent.
“Razafrazamagaloobleblahblo…” Thorn grumbled. “I never realized the town was this far away…”
It had already been five days and Thorn was still trampling through the dry weeds, trying to find even the smallest glimpse of the town. But he wouldn’t have to look any farther, for when he trekked up a spiky hill, he could see cottages off in the distance. The excited snow leopard picked up speed, trying to propel himself faster into civilization.
He soon skidded to a halt, panting in front of the entrance to the town, guarded by fierce-looking, pitch-black, scar-ridden guards.
“Err, hi!” Thorn’s words where met with hostile glances.
“Halt, stranger! State your business!” One of the guards snarled.
“Citizenship.” Thorn said simply. The guard inspected him and nodded. “Where do you come from?”
Thorn hesitated. What should he say? “I-I was a foolish loner who desires nothing more than to be a humble citizen of this amazing kingdom, loyal to none other than the superior, feared, strong, and absolutely worthy King Malicis, who trains his guards and soldiers in the way of the fierce and merciless so this kingdom may stay the most respected as it should be.”
The guard seemed flattered and impressed. “You seem like you really want to be a citizen,” the guard growled. He flashed a glance at his fellow guards. “Let him in. He will become a citizen.”
Thorn guessed the guard he had talked to was the head guard of this group. He almost threw his fist in the air and shouted out, but didn’t want to make a fool out of himself. Fancy talking and flattering, Thorn thought. Works all the time on the stupid brutes like these guys.
***
Thorn threw his satchel down onto a chair and yawned. It had been a long day. He had no idea becoming a citizen of this kingdom took so long. He was too tired to take a tour of his new accommodations, so he found his way to his room and blew out the candle.
Needless to say, sleep came upon him almost immediately.
*** Thorn whistled as he trotted down the brick path towards the village market. He had a few gold coins in his satchel, but seeing as how most forms of payment where silver, he was guessing he could purchase more. As he approached the market, the sounds, sights, and smells became overwhelming. The market was bustling with activity even so early in the morning. It seemed like the whole village was here, adults purchasing food, cubs scurrying around, the elder leopards selling homemade jams and cookies. Each new smell brought joy to his sensitive nose, and he could take it no longer. He ran into the market, about to burst into a cheesy song, when he noticed that everyone was looking at him.
Thorn shrank down, not used to having all these eyes on him. The villagers mumbled, and Thorn was able to catch a few words.
“Who is he?”
“He’s not from here.”
“I think he’s dangerous.”
“He seems strange.”
Thorn’s eyes darted around the crowd, feeling uncomfortable, wondering how they could tell he was from somewhere else. Maybe they where such a close-knit group-wait, no. At this point, he noticed something strange, something he had never noticed before: They all had black coats. Thorn swallowed and quickly thought of something to calm the villagers.
“I was just a foolish loner who-” Before he could finish, a villager grabbed him by the neck and held him up.
“Look, Mr. Fancy Words, that may have worked on the guards, and you may be a citizen according to them, but we don’t like outsiders. Especially you. You’re different. We don’t trust those kinds of animals. If I where you, I’d stay far, far, far away from us. You’ll never fit in. We’ll never accept you. Got it?”
Thorn nodded furiously, and the leopard dropped him. “Good. Now leave and never come back-if you know what’s good for you.”
Thorn didn’t know if the villager meant to leave the kingdom or just the market, but he wasn’t going to back down that easily. However, he didn’t want a fight and make a big scene on his first day, so he scampered off to his cottage on the edge of the village. Now he realized his mistake. He should have never come here. With his dark red coat, he would never be one of them. He sighed and waited for the inevitable.
Ha! It came at him laughing. That was some display out there. Ya know, ya can make them like ya. That’s what you want, don’t ya? Come on, ya know ya want to! Go away, Thorn responded. I don’t need friends like that. I need real friends, not ones who are forced to like me.
Come on! Ya’re just acting like a wimp!
Thorn shook his head. I was given this gift for a reason. I’m not going to misuse it. I don’t know why you won’t leave me alone.
Think about it. Ya know ya want to. Just think about it. Just like that, the voice was gone. Thorn sighed. He would never be free from the voice, he knew it. But he wasn’t going to misuse his gift, not matter what any voice said. He dug around in his satchel for his plant seeds and walked off wearily to the backyard. Looking around at both the inside and the outside, he realized… it needed something.
“I know just the thing!” Leaving the seeds on a chair, and grabbing an ax, he headed out to the small forest a little ways behind his cottage.
“Ha! The only thing that isn’t thriving in my life is a good relationship with the villagers!” Thorn exclaimed. He had planted a garden, which was turning out to be successful, found out he was good at wood carving, and furnished his almost empty cottage! Not bad for an outsider like me, Thorn thought.
As he stood back admiring the bedside table he had just finished carving, he jumped as he heard a sharp rapping at the door. He rushed to grab the doorknob and yank it open. Standing in the doorway where a pawful of menacing guards.
Thorn straightened up. “What can I do for you?” He asked confidently. (He had also been working on overcoming his nervousness in front of others.)
“Royal Soldiers. In a completely random lottery, you have been chosen to serve in the fierce protectors of the Cold Heart Kingdom. In other words…”
Another guard finished the sentence for him. “You’ve been drafted. For the Royal Cold Heart Army.”
He stuck out like a sore thumb. He was an easy target. They all knew who he was. Because of his coat, he suffered abuse from his fellow soldiers.
But he was still expected to be just as tough and loyal as they where. And he was.
*** “Hey Red, your on cleaning duty!” An older soldier shouted, his buddies snickering around him.
“Not like I don’t do it everyday,” Thorn mumbled as he dragged his feet over to the filthy table. The soldiers where about to pester Thorn when the whistle was blown and the soldiers rushed to line up. Thorn quickly shoved the food into a leather sack and threw it outside, sliding into the line just as the general started inspecting each soldier. Thorn straightened his back up, looking straight ahead, showing no emotion. After what seemed like an eternity, the general stood at the front of the solid line.
“Loyal soldiers of the Cold Heart Kingdom under the rule of the fearsome King Malicis and his daughter Princess Rose! Some of you may have only been here for a little under a month-” at this he shot a glance at Thorn and a few others-“but I believe you all have had enough training…” he paused, as if only for dramatic effect.
“To go into a battle.” The general finished with a look that silenced all questions or protests. “The foolish Fire Foot Kingdom is planning a surprise attack on us, but our spies have made that no longer possible. We’re going to strike first, very early in the morning when the sorry lumpmuffins will be fast asleep. As much as I hate to say it, you need your sleep.” He stared at the line with burning eyes. “Well? What are you waiting for? SLEEP!”
The line scattered, each rushing to their cottage. Thorn slowly walked to his cottage that he shared with no one. As he slowly climbed in bed, he wondered if he would get out of this battle aloud. Despite spending his entire life in the Everdark Forest, he had still heard enough to know what the battles where like: gory, merciless, and vicious. He soon fell fast asleep, but his sleep was full of visions of a bloody battle to come.
*** Here he stood, almost frozen to the spot, as warriors sliced each other open right before his eyes. He was never born to be a fighter, and so many where dying.
At first it seemed guiltily satisfying to see those who had berated and teased him for so long being torn apart, but he quickly pushed away the evil feelings. What do I do? Thorn thought shakily. He was suddenly hit with his dreams from before, the ones he had forgotten. Everything flashed before his eyes.
A battle lost, an entire kingdom falling.
The Darker Kingdoms rising up, destroying everything.
A force worse than anything known to the kingdoms enslaving all the survivors of the horrible Armageddon.
And it was all the work of the Fire Foot general, an emotionless, power-hungry, blood-greedy animal.
You couldn’t kill a general. It just hadn’t been done. It was far too dangerous, as generals where protected fiercely by their soldiers.
Thorn breathed in the scent of the blood and the carnage around him, and gathering all the strength in his body, he rushed through the various gore and bleeding bodies scattered about. He ran right past fighting soldiers, barely missing being hit in the face by someone’s slimy intestines. A foolish warrior threw himself in front of Thorn. Thorn struck out, tearing the warrior’s eye out. He howled in pain and clumsily ran off, his bloody eye socket the least brutal of the wounds. As Thorn ran, he felt something squishy pushing against the fur above his claw and realized the warrior’s eye was still stuck to his red, dripping, wet claws. “Ugh,” Thorn grunted, but paid little attention. He was on a mission to save the world.
As he approached the general, the fighting became worse. Soldiers surrounded Thorn, determined to protect the general. Thorn spared no expense in getting rid of his attackers. He charged one, snatched his tail in his teeth, and swung him around so hard he flew off into a tree, smashing his skull, blood and brains leaking onto the tree. Thorn next clawed two soldier’s eyes out, which also lodged themselves onto his claws.
Thorn soon realized that although his fighting was vicious, the number of soldiers was too overpowering. He reared up, jumped above the claws of two warriors threatening to tear him apart, and landed in front of the heartless general. Before anyone had any time to react, Thorn lunged at him and bit his tiny pink nose off, swallowing it as the general screamed in pain. He threw himself at Thorn, but Thorn was fighting to save the world. He couldn’t afford to lose, so he simply stepped back, watching the general take a hard fall onto a sharp stone, which would soon be covered in a deep shade of red.
The general felt sharp claws digging deeply into his muscular back, and as he lay there, weak from blood loss, the world fading in and out, he saw eyes, coming closer. Eyes of some of his most loyal warriors, coming towards him.
“No,” he protested weakly. “You where my favorites… your eyes are so sharp… don’t do this… traitors…” His eyes filled with blood and pain and with a sickening sound, he saw no more.
Thorn quickly finished the almost-dead general off with a swift bite to the neck. He finally came back to reality and realized that everyone had been watching him, petrified, wondering what to do. Thorn simply sat down, trying to pick the seven various bloody eyes off his claws.
As the general’s body was being dragged away by torn, bleeding warriors, Thorn couldn’t help but laugh.
Thorn’s legs felt as if they where moving on their own. He stared blankly ahead as he moved forward. The murmuring of the villagers was drowned out in his own nonexistent thoughts. The stern faces of the high ranking soldiers surrounded him, the general in the lead of the parade of shame. The castle gates became closer and closer, and soon the soldiers where traded off for scary looking guards.
Thorn watched the passing patterns of the castle floor as the guards pushed him along, soon facing a massive, imposing figure. The figure’s eyes gleamed at turned towards one of the guards. “Is this the losing general? My, it didn’t take long for the Fire Foot Kingdom to surrender their general. I thought they had no honor…?”
The guard swallowed and began. “Unfortunately, Sire, the code of honor has been broken. Instead of the losing kingdom surrendering their general to us… the general has been killed.”
King Malicis’s gleaming eyes grew wide. “What!” He screeched. Through his fury, all he could manage to say was “Wh-pp-o?!”
Before the guards could shakily step back to point at Thorn, the deep red snow leopard shouldered his way to the front. “I did,” he said casually, licking his blood caked fur.
King Malicis sat there in shock as the general told him the story of the murder of the Fire Foot general. When the general finished, the king’s gaping mouth took up most of his face. King Malicis found himself struggling to get a grasp on words. Finally, he spoke.
“That-that- that was… vicious… and great…”
Shock was apparent through the crowd. Malicis leaped off his throne to face Thorn. “How did you manage? You may have been disloyal but… you showed true bravery and most importantly… savagery!” Malicis sat back. “How would you like to become a castle guard?”
Thorn gasped, lost for words. “I-it-it’s so soon-I-I just b-b-barely started, I mean, so soon, and…”
Malicis glared at Thorn.
Thorn straightened up. “Yes, Sire. It would be an honor to serve as a castle guard.”
“Good.” Malicis nodded and then eyed Thorn’s bloody pelt. “You start in a week, take a rest…” He eyed Thorn’s coat. “It looks as if you took a massive blow there. How long do you need to recover from that?”
Thorn glanced at his pelt casually and laughed. “No, sire. All the blood you see is not mine. It is from my enemies!”
Rose rushed to get ready, shuffling around looking for her papers. As she threw everything around in a desperate search, she furiously wondered why sundials didn’t have alarms. She cursed violently as she scurried to get her lavender silk dress on.
“My, my, that’s no way for a princess to speak.”
Rose jerked her head up in shock to see who was speaking. Standing in the doorway of her disarrayed room was a tall, skinny dark red snow leopard in a guard’s uniform. Rose plopped on her tiara and faced the guard. “Who in the name of Flame the great Fire Dragon are you?!”
The guard smiled. “I’m Thorn, the new guard. I was sent to check on you. You seem to be late…?” He ended, clearly expecting an answer.
Rose groaned. “I know I’m late! I can’t find my cursed papers!”
Thorn lifted a foot to step forward hesitantly. “May I come in?”
“I guess,” Rose mumbled. She looked up at Thorn. “Can you help me?”
“That’s exactly what I was going to do.”
The two rummaged around in the messy room for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, Thorn stopped at stared at the floor. The princess looked at him questioningly and walked over. “What did you find?”
Thorn was looking at a beautiful picture painted with the finished colors of a sleek black snow leopard with deep red eyes next to a beautiful snow leopard whose fur seemed to be made of frost and icy blue eyes. In between them was a young cub with creamy fur tinted pink and eyes just like that of the white leopard. Thorn glanced at Rose to see her eyes filled with tears.
Rose tenderly picked up the picture and hugged it. “I thought I had lost you,” Rose said hoarsely. “But I love you…”
She set the painting down in front of Thorn. “Thorn,” she rasped. “Do you know who they are?”
Thorn swallowed as he made the connection. “The cub is you… the black one is King Malicis, and the frosty one is…” Thorn’s words faded out, his own eyes becoming wet, remembering memories that weren’t there.
“My mother.” Rose finished. “Queen Frostbite. She died protecting me from a dragon… she was amazing.” Rose looked up at Thorn. “Who are your parents? Where are you from?”
Thorn bit his lip and turned away. “Oh… you-you don’t have any…”
“Of course I do!” Thorn laughed weakly. His face fell. “I just don’t remember them.” He looked into Rose’s entrancing icy blue eyes. “Can you keep a secret?” He whispered. After the princess’s slow nod, he leaned over and put his mouth to her ear. “I’ve lived in the Everdark Forest my entire life.”
Rose leaned back, eyes wide. “Wow,” she breathed. “That’s amazing…”
Thorn closed his eyes and smiled. He was about to get up to go when he heard the crinkling of papers. “I do believe these are yours,” Thorn nodded towards the papers on the floor. He watched as Rose bent down to retrieve the papers. “And, umm, would you like an escort?”
Rose seemed startled. “S-s-sure!”
As the two trotted out the door and down the stairs, Thorn stopped. “Huh…”
Rose shook her head. “You have no idea where we’re going, do you?”
“Hey! Give me a break! I’m new here!” Thorn huffed.
"AHA!!" I yell triumphantly. I had finally found that darn old plant for Spots' cake. As I pad down the marshes of Zios, I begin to wonder why the sickness scent lies so heavily in the air.I suddenly gasp. The sickness!!! It 'tis the same one that nearly took Spots!!! I suddenly get a chuning deep in my stomach... Something telling me this wont end well.
An Hour Later. . .
I wept. I was never good with medicine, and now my dear sister kay dead before me due to the fact that I couldn't heal a sickness. As I wept, I didn't notice that my spirit form, White Spirit, had flash formed me to my true self. I sat there weeping for hours. As I padded out of the thicket, to my annoyance, there sat my cousin.
"Hello, White." I didn't have time for his "Hellos", as I had just suffered a larger-than-life goodbye. "What is it, Pip squeak?" I growl, as he WAS in fact tiny, due to the fact I was in full blow.
"Tsk! No time to say hello to your cousin?" He then smirked and flung a waffle at my face. He couldn't kill me, due to the fact of my origins. I quickly caught the stupid waffle in my palm and turned it into a snake, which I in turn flung at my cousin with extreme speed and velocity, which I had not intened (OOOOPS) and scared the freakin black robes off him as he shimmered and dissapeared, taking with him my beloved sister's soul. I sighed and took to the air with my sister's body, to bury her where she shall forever be happy. All to my annoyance, it was her birthday that she died.
Life In The shadows: " mom doesnt care! You have to move on Shadow " My brother, Rock , shouts before running off. I creep into a log and try to sleep. I wake up the next day to sunlight. " Rock wake- oh right " i say as i remember the events of last night. I cry out Rock's name, " Rock! Come Back " I hang my head and walk into the shadows, " Your mom always said you belended in with the shadows " a voice says. My ears perk up. " what!?! "
Today was Spots birthday, Willow was out to get the recipe for her cake. For a second she was breathing then... not then all of a sudden she looked around she saw Willow crying "Willow, Whats wrong?" Asked Spots But Willow didnt hear her. she tried yelling but she didnt hear her. then she looked at her paws. They were.... Glowing....white and silver. "WHAT?!" "whats happening" Then a Silver fox walked up to her. "Hello,Spots my name is Feather" "uh,hi..." Said Spots "im afraid that you have died" Spots was shocked... just shocked.. "then why am i here right now?!' "You are a ghost" Wwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhaaaaattttttttt?! "and now your name shall be MorningGlory " "bye for now" Feather vanished. Morning Glory walked around. "I wonder how this new life is going to be...."
Oak and Bird's adventure, part one: "What was that for?" I held my cheek where Bird had slapped me. "That's for breathing." She held up her shadowy paw again. We never get along. Bird is always looking for reasons to hate me, and i'm just trying to have fun for a day. "Go away." I started to cast a spell. "No- please!" Bird gasped and teleported onto the celing. "You know I wasn't really going to do that, right?" My paws stopped glowing. "Well, you got me that time. I'm bored." I was getting bored, too. "I'm going to be in the forest." "See you." She didn't even wave. I was fine with that. "You're coming with me." I cast a spell on her before she could run off, and she suddenly dissapeared. I walking for awhile, going deeper and deeper into the forest. It started to become dark- the trees blocked out all the light. "Bird?" "Yeah?" She said, using my mouth to speak. I didn't like it too terribly much, but it was the only way of communication I could think of right now. "I think I see something. Night vision, please?" "Fine." One of my eyes turned red, but the other one stayed amber. "That's better."
Ok just wanted to say yeah 1st comment and a story for Fuzzy!!!!! it is called Fuzzy's Story Enjoy: I whistled for my dog Sparky, grabbed my diary and ran out the door. I dashed to the forest but Sparky had gotten chased off my a dragon! I tried to save him but i had to keep going. I ran for days without looking back until i saw a glimmer of light. Could it be another kingdom? No i pushed away that silly thought it was just the sun through the trees. I wondered if i would ever she my Aunt and Uncle again. Would i ever get a chance to enjoy being a princess again? I couldnt answer any of those question and decided i would know in the future.
ReplyDeleteThe next day i continued my search for another kingdom. I heard laughter andi looked around for the source of that noise. i saw a flash of black fur and a glimpse of tan fur. Could it be another kingdom? i slowly santered forward, careful not to make any noise. I saw a beatiful young fox and what seemed like her daughter. I watched them carfully for a while, after 5 days of watching them i decided to approach.
They were so nice to me the young fox, whose name is PeppyRoil, took me in as her iwn as her own, from then on i have been know as FuzzyRoil!
I mosted a story on my things WHOPPZ here's another story,
ReplyDelete"Com'on Violet we don't have all day!" "Okay okay i'm here!" Violet ran to Jake panting, "Okay ready?" "Yup I'm ready Violet." Violet grabbed Jake by the paw and flew up into the air, "Hold on!" "Oh now you say that?" Jake sighed to himself as Violet flew along the cloudly sky. "Are we there yet?" "No Jake." "ARE WE THERE YET!?!" "You just asked me that."
"Now we're here!" "Coolio!" "Ya its pretty awesome.." "So is this what you call home?" "Yup!" "Nice.." "Its amazing don't you think ehh?" Violet stared into the sky waiting for Jake's answer but she never got one. "Jake!?! Where did you go!?!" Violet gasped as she saw huge paw prints with droplets of blood close by them.
Part 1! :D
~Jake :D
Umm, I never wrote that... o3o
DeleteUgh ok...
DeleteFrost here! Just going to stick my chapters on here, one comment at a time.
ReplyDeletePrologue
The muscular snow leopard stood at the door, lost deep in thought. He was one of the most vicious kings in the whole vicious region of the Darker Kingdoms. His claws and teeth where sharp and bloodstained from countless, brutal, gory wars. His soldiers where tougher than diamonds, and also showed much worse than no mercy, he made sure of it. He would eat the slimy insides of the general of a defeated army to celebrate his victory and show his superiority, enjoying plunging his muzzle in the open belly. The horrible screeches of pain from the torture chamber would lull him to bed at night. He was feared and respected by so many.
He was King Malicis.
Why, then, was he standing nervously at the door of his young daughter’s door, hesitant to barge in?
His beautiful daughter, his only weakness, was mad at him, at it broke his cold, merciless heart. He only wanted her to understand!
Malicis’s eyes felt warm and moist. His fur soon felt wet, and he realized he was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Rose, please, understand…”
He jumped as he heard the soft paw-padding of his cruel guards. Too prideful to be seen as a sobbing ball of fluff, he quickly scampered in the other direction.
“Oh, why did it have to end up this way?” The king lamented.
End Prologue
Chapter I
ReplyDeleteAbout one year before
Sitting at a small wooden table where two snow leopards. One, whose sleek, black coat had long been tangled and bloodstained, and the other, with rosy cream colored fur and icy blue eyes. The latter was picking at her food with her sharp claws, not seeming to be very hungry.
“Rose! Quick playing with your food!” The black leopard exclaimed.
Rose stopped picking at the meat and sat quietly, paws folded neatly into her lap. King Malicis, the black leopard, knew something was wrong with his daughter.
“Rose? You usually devour your meals. Are you okay?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew the cause of this lack of appetite: nervousness. She was awaiting the answer of the announcement Malicis had sent out months earlier.
“Look, Rose, I don’t know-” Before he could finish his sentence, a guard came barging in to the small room.
“Sire! We have received answers from all the snow leopard kingdoms. All the eligible princes will certainly participate in the contest for young Princess Rose’s paw in marriage.”
Rose breathed a sigh of relief. The anticipation was over. A worthy suitor would be chosen for her in a potentially fatal contest. It was the best way to choose her future husband. Of course, she had heard stories of foolish princesses who rejected the contests or forced marriages to run off with peasants, outlaws, or maybe even refusing to get married at all. She would never be accused of breaking the highly enforced laws of the kingdoms. She understood this was for her kingdom’s sake, and if a prince could win her father’s brutal competition, he was definitely worth marrying.
“When will the contest be held, Father?” Rose inquired innocently.
King Malicis looked down at his young daughter. “Don’t worry, honey. It will only be about a year before the preparations are over.”
Rose frowned, thought it over, and smiled. She would have plenty of time to prepare. “Okay, Father!” She put on her sweetest smile and skipped off to her room, her meal still uneaten.
Malicis watched his daughter skip off. “The sorry kitten who wins the contest better be worthy enough to marry her,” he spat, and then noticed the guard still standing there. Malicis shoved the guard towards the table. “Here,” he said casually. “We’re not hungry.”
The guard’s eyes lit up as he prepared to plunge his muzzle into a feast fit for a king (and a princess.)
Delete***
If one where to travel to the outer edges of the kingdom, they would find the Everdark Forest. It was said to be home to several vicious creatures who would tear apart the first outsider they saw. Even King Malicis’s guards where ordered to stay away from it. But perhaps, if one where to travel to a certain point on the outer edges of the Everdark Forest, they could hear someone splashing in a river of clear, fresh water, and the joyful humming of a dark red snow leopard.
The leopard continued humming his jovial song as he leaped out of the river and violently shook his fur to dry out. He continued humming as he grabbed his leather satchel. He continued as he trotted through the forest, watching the creatures scamper by. He loved everything about this place. The creatures, the plants, everything, and it was all under his protection.
A small rabbit with sharp fangs and devil horns came running to the leopard. “Everdark,” it whined. “I gots a thorn stucks in my footsie.”
“Oh Junior, again? You just can’t seem to stay out of that rose bush, huh? And you don’t have to call me Everdark. It’s too… formal.”
“But ‘Thorn’ is whats I keep getting stucks in my footsies,” Junior whined.
Thorn the Everdark reached down to inspect Junior’s foot. He put a paw into his satchel to grab a few herbs to rub on Junior’s sore foot. The thorn was soon gone.
“Thanks Everdark!” Junior smiled. Thorn smiled back, but it was quickly replaced by a look of worry.
“You guys can handle yourselves, right?” Thorn said weakly.
“Bu-bu-but Everdark, you can’t leave! We need you!” Junior sniffed.
“Sorry Junior,” Thorn sighed. “I’m going to the kingdom. I-I-I need to experience life in a different way. I’ll be back, I promise.” And with that he quickly turned his back on the sniffing devil rabbit so he wouldn’t have to see those adorable puppy eyes that had been a major obstacle in his journey.
“I love living here, I love being your Everdark, but there comes a time everyone has to venture outside of their comfort zone. It’s just part of growing up. I’ll be back, I promise, I would never abandon you…” Thorn whispered, as if only trying to convince himself it would be okay. As he walked away, the plants seemed to whither a little and the animals grew silent.
End Chapter I
Chapter II
ReplyDelete“Razafrazamagaloobleblahblo…” Thorn grumbled. “I never realized the town was this far away…”
It had already been five days and Thorn was still trampling through the dry weeds, trying to find even the smallest glimpse of the town. But he wouldn’t have to look any farther, for when he trekked up a spiky hill, he could see cottages off in the distance. The excited snow leopard picked up speed, trying to propel himself faster into civilization.
He soon skidded to a halt, panting in front of the entrance to the town, guarded by fierce-looking, pitch-black, scar-ridden guards.
“Err, hi!” Thorn’s words where met with hostile glances.
“Halt, stranger! State your business!” One of the guards snarled.
“Citizenship.” Thorn said simply. The guard inspected him and nodded. “Where do you come from?”
Thorn hesitated. What should he say? “I-I was a foolish loner who desires nothing more than to be a humble citizen of this amazing kingdom, loyal to none other than the superior, feared, strong, and absolutely worthy King Malicis, who trains his guards and soldiers in the way of the fierce and merciless so this kingdom may stay the most respected as it should be.”
The guard seemed flattered and impressed. “You seem like you really want to be a citizen,” the guard growled. He flashed a glance at his fellow guards. “Let him in. He will become a citizen.”
Thorn guessed the guard he had talked to was the head guard of this group. He almost threw his fist in the air and shouted out, but didn’t want to make a fool out of himself. Fancy talking and flattering, Thorn thought. Works all the time on the stupid brutes like these guys.
***
Thorn threw his satchel down onto a chair and yawned. It had been a long day. He had no idea becoming a citizen of this kingdom took so long. He was too tired to take a tour of his new accommodations, so he found his way to his room and blew out the candle.
Needless to say, sleep came upon him almost immediately.
***
DeleteThorn whistled as he trotted down the brick path towards the village market. He had a few gold coins in his satchel, but seeing as how most forms of payment where silver, he was guessing he could purchase more. As he approached the market, the sounds, sights, and smells became overwhelming. The market was bustling with activity even so early in the morning. It seemed like the whole village was here, adults purchasing food, cubs scurrying around, the elder leopards selling homemade jams and cookies. Each new smell brought joy to his sensitive nose, and he could take it no longer. He ran into the market, about to burst into a cheesy song, when he noticed that everyone was looking at him.
Thorn shrank down, not used to having all these eyes on him. The villagers mumbled, and Thorn was able to catch a few words.
“Who is he?”
“He’s not from here.”
“I think he’s dangerous.”
“He seems strange.”
Thorn’s eyes darted around the crowd, feeling uncomfortable, wondering how they could tell he was from somewhere else. Maybe they where such a close-knit group-wait, no. At this point, he noticed something strange, something he had never noticed before: They all had black coats. Thorn swallowed and quickly thought of something to calm the villagers.
“I was just a foolish loner who-” Before he could finish, a villager grabbed him by the neck and held him up.
“Look, Mr. Fancy Words, that may have worked on the guards, and you may be a citizen according to them, but we don’t like outsiders. Especially you. You’re different. We don’t trust those kinds of animals. If I where you, I’d stay far, far, far away from us. You’ll never fit in. We’ll never accept you. Got it?”
Thorn nodded furiously, and the leopard dropped him. “Good. Now leave and never come back-if you know what’s good for you.”
Thorn didn’t know if the villager meant to leave the kingdom or just the market, but he wasn’t going to back down that easily. However, he didn’t want a fight and make a big scene on his first day, so he scampered off to his cottage on the edge of the village. Now he realized his mistake. He should have never come here. With his dark red coat, he would never be one of them. He sighed and waited for the inevitable.
Ha! It came at him laughing. That was some display out there. Ya know, ya can make them like ya. That’s what you want, don’t ya? Come on, ya know ya want to!
Go away, Thorn responded. I don’t need friends like that. I need real friends, not ones who are forced to like me.
Come on! Ya’re just acting like a wimp!
Thorn shook his head. I was given this gift for a reason. I’m not going to misuse it. I don’t know why you won’t leave me alone.
Think about it. Ya know ya want to. Just think about it. Just like that, the voice was gone. Thorn sighed. He would never be free from the voice, he knew it. But he wasn’t going to misuse his gift, not matter what any voice said. He dug around in his satchel for his plant seeds and walked off wearily to the backyard. Looking around at both the inside and the outside, he realized… it needed something.
“I know just the thing!” Leaving the seeds on a chair, and grabbing an ax, he headed out to the small forest a little ways behind his cottage.
***
A few months later
Delete“Ha! The only thing that isn’t thriving in my life is a good relationship with the villagers!” Thorn exclaimed. He had planted a garden, which was turning out to be successful, found out he was good at wood carving, and furnished his almost empty cottage! Not bad for an outsider like me, Thorn thought.
As he stood back admiring the bedside table he had just finished carving, he jumped as he heard a sharp rapping at the door. He rushed to grab the doorknob and yank it open. Standing in the doorway where a pawful of menacing guards.
Thorn straightened up. “What can I do for you?” He asked confidently. (He had also been working on overcoming his nervousness in front of others.)
“Royal Soldiers. In a completely random lottery, you have been chosen to serve in the fierce protectors of the Cold Heart Kingdom. In other words…”
Another guard finished the sentence for him. “You’ve been drafted. For the Royal Cold Heart Army.”
Thorn gulped.
Life just got much more complicated.
Chapter III
ReplyDeleteHe stuck out like a sore thumb. He was an easy target. They all knew who he was. Because of his coat, he suffered abuse from his fellow soldiers.
But he was still expected to be just as tough and loyal as they where. And he was.
***
“Hey Red, your on cleaning duty!” An older soldier shouted, his buddies snickering around him.
“Not like I don’t do it everyday,” Thorn mumbled as he dragged his feet over to the filthy table. The soldiers where about to pester Thorn when the whistle was blown and the soldiers rushed to line up. Thorn quickly shoved the food into a leather sack and threw it outside, sliding into the line just as the general started inspecting each soldier. Thorn straightened his back up, looking straight ahead, showing no emotion. After what seemed like an eternity, the general stood at the front of the solid line.
“Loyal soldiers of the Cold Heart Kingdom under the rule of the fearsome King Malicis and his daughter Princess Rose! Some of you may have only been here for a little under a month-” at this he shot a glance at Thorn and a few others-“but I believe you all have had enough training…” he paused, as if only for dramatic effect.
“To go into a battle.” The general finished with a look that silenced all questions or protests. “The foolish Fire Foot Kingdom is planning a surprise attack on us, but our spies have made that no longer possible. We’re going to strike first, very early in the morning when the sorry lumpmuffins will be fast asleep. As much as I hate to say it, you need your sleep.” He stared at the line with burning eyes. “Well? What are you waiting for? SLEEP!”
The line scattered, each rushing to their cottage. Thorn slowly walked to his cottage that he shared with no one. As he slowly climbed in bed, he wondered if he would get out of this battle aloud. Despite spending his entire life in the Everdark Forest, he had still heard enough to know what the battles where like: gory, merciless, and vicious. He soon fell fast asleep, but his sleep was full of visions of a bloody battle to come.
***
Here he stood, almost frozen to the spot, as warriors sliced each other open right before his eyes. He was never born to be a fighter, and so many where dying.
At first it seemed guiltily satisfying to see those who had berated and teased him for so long being torn apart, but he quickly pushed away the evil feelings. What do I do? Thorn thought shakily. He was suddenly hit with his dreams from before, the ones he had forgotten. Everything flashed before his eyes.
A battle lost, an entire kingdom falling.
The Darker Kingdoms rising up, destroying everything.
A force worse than anything known to the kingdoms enslaving all the survivors of the horrible Armageddon.
And it was all the work of the Fire Foot general, an emotionless, power-hungry, blood-greedy animal.
You couldn’t kill a general. It just hadn’t been done. It was far too dangerous, as generals where protected fiercely by their soldiers.
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DeleteThorn breathed in the scent of the blood and the carnage around him, and gathering all the strength in his body, he rushed through the various gore and bleeding bodies scattered about. He ran right past fighting soldiers, barely missing being hit in the face by someone’s slimy intestines. A foolish warrior threw himself in front of Thorn. Thorn struck out, tearing the warrior’s eye out. He howled in pain and clumsily ran off, his bloody eye socket the least brutal of the wounds. As Thorn ran, he felt something squishy pushing against the fur above his claw and realized the warrior’s eye was still stuck to his red, dripping, wet claws. “Ugh,” Thorn grunted, but paid little attention. He was on a mission to save the world.
DeleteAs he approached the general, the fighting became worse. Soldiers surrounded Thorn, determined to protect the general. Thorn spared no expense in getting rid of his attackers. He charged one, snatched his tail in his teeth, and swung him around so hard he flew off into a tree, smashing his skull, blood and brains leaking onto the tree. Thorn next clawed two soldier’s eyes out, which also lodged themselves onto his claws.
Thorn soon realized that although his fighting was vicious, the number of soldiers was too overpowering. He reared up, jumped above the claws of two warriors threatening to tear him apart, and landed in front of the heartless general. Before anyone had any time to react, Thorn lunged at him and bit his tiny pink nose off, swallowing it as the general screamed in pain. He threw himself at Thorn, but Thorn was fighting to save the world. He couldn’t afford to lose, so he simply stepped back, watching the general take a hard fall onto a sharp stone, which would soon be covered in a deep shade of red.
The general felt sharp claws digging deeply into his muscular back, and as he lay there, weak from blood loss, the world fading in and out, he saw eyes, coming closer. Eyes of some of his most loyal warriors, coming towards him.
“No,” he protested weakly. “You where my favorites… your eyes are so sharp… don’t do this… traitors…” His eyes filled with blood and pain and with a sickening sound, he saw no more.
Thorn quickly finished the almost-dead general off with a swift bite to the neck. He finally came back to reality and realized that everyone had been watching him, petrified, wondering what to do. Thorn simply sat down, trying to pick the seven various bloody eyes off his claws.
As the general’s body was being dragged away by torn, bleeding warriors, Thorn couldn’t help but laugh.
“Look! He’s got the same color coat as me now!”
End Chapter III
Chapter IV
ReplyDeleteThorn’s legs felt as if they where moving on their own. He stared blankly ahead as he moved forward. The murmuring of the villagers was drowned out in his own nonexistent thoughts. The stern faces of the high ranking soldiers surrounded him, the general in the lead of the parade of shame. The castle gates became closer and closer, and soon the soldiers where traded off for scary looking guards.
Thorn watched the passing patterns of the castle floor as the guards pushed him along, soon facing a massive, imposing figure. The figure’s eyes gleamed at turned towards one of the guards. “Is this the losing general? My, it didn’t take long for the Fire Foot Kingdom to surrender their general. I thought they had no honor…?”
The guard swallowed and began. “Unfortunately, Sire, the code of honor has been broken. Instead of the losing kingdom surrendering their general to us… the general has been killed.”
King Malicis’s gleaming eyes grew wide. “What!” He screeched. Through his fury, all he could manage to say was “Wh-pp-o?!”
Before the guards could shakily step back to point at Thorn, the deep red snow leopard shouldered his way to the front. “I did,” he said casually, licking his blood caked fur.
King Malicis sat there in shock as the general told him the story of the murder of the Fire Foot general. When the general finished, the king’s gaping mouth took up most of his face. King Malicis found himself struggling to get a grasp on words. Finally, he spoke.
“That-that- that was… vicious… and great…”
Shock was apparent through the crowd. Malicis leaped off his throne to face Thorn. “How did you manage? You may have been disloyal but… you showed true bravery and most importantly… savagery!” Malicis sat back. “How would you like to become a castle guard?”
Thorn gasped, lost for words. “I-it-it’s so soon-I-I just b-b-barely started, I mean, so soon, and…”
Malicis glared at Thorn.
Thorn straightened up. “Yes, Sire. It would be an honor to serve as a castle guard.”
“Good.” Malicis nodded and then eyed Thorn’s bloody pelt. “You start in a week, take a rest…” He eyed Thorn’s coat. “It looks as if you took a massive blow there. How long do you need to recover from that?”
Thorn glanced at his pelt casually and laughed. “No, sire. All the blood you see is not mine. It is from my enemies!”
End Chapter IV
Chapter V
ReplyDeleteRose rushed to get ready, shuffling around looking for her papers. As she threw everything around in a desperate search, she furiously wondered why sundials didn’t have alarms. She cursed violently as she scurried to get her lavender silk dress on.
“My, my, that’s no way for a princess to speak.”
Rose jerked her head up in shock to see who was speaking. Standing in the doorway of her disarrayed room was a tall, skinny dark red snow leopard in a guard’s uniform. Rose plopped on her tiara and faced the guard. “Who in the name of Flame the great Fire Dragon are you?!”
The guard smiled. “I’m Thorn, the new guard. I was sent to check on you. You seem to be late…?” He ended, clearly expecting an answer.
Rose groaned. “I know I’m late! I can’t find my cursed papers!”
Thorn lifted a foot to step forward hesitantly. “May I come in?”
“I guess,” Rose mumbled. She looked up at Thorn. “Can you help me?”
“That’s exactly what I was going to do.”
The two rummaged around in the messy room for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, Thorn stopped at stared at the floor. The princess looked at him questioningly and walked over. “What did you find?”
Thorn was looking at a beautiful picture painted with the finished colors of a sleek black snow leopard with deep red eyes next to a beautiful snow leopard whose fur seemed to be made of frost and icy blue eyes. In between them was a young cub with creamy fur tinted pink and eyes just like that of the white leopard. Thorn glanced at Rose to see her eyes filled with tears.
Rose tenderly picked up the picture and hugged it. “I thought I had lost you,” Rose said hoarsely. “But I love you…”
She set the painting down in front of Thorn. “Thorn,” she rasped. “Do you know who they are?”
Thorn swallowed as he made the connection. “The cub is you… the black one is King Malicis, and the frosty one is…” Thorn’s words faded out, his own eyes becoming wet, remembering memories that weren’t there.
“My mother.” Rose finished. “Queen Frostbite. She died protecting me from a dragon… she was amazing.” Rose looked up at Thorn. “Who are your parents? Where are you from?”
Thorn bit his lip and turned away. “Oh… you-you don’t have any…”
“Of course I do!” Thorn laughed weakly. His face fell. “I just don’t remember them.” He looked into Rose’s entrancing icy blue eyes. “Can you keep a secret?” He whispered. After the princess’s slow nod, he leaned over and put his mouth to her ear. “I’ve lived in the Everdark Forest my entire life.”
Rose leaned back, eyes wide. “Wow,” she breathed. “That’s amazing…”
Thorn closed his eyes and smiled. He was about to get up to go when he heard the crinkling of papers. “I do believe these are yours,” Thorn nodded towards the papers on the floor. He watched as Rose bent down to retrieve the papers. “And, umm, would you like an escort?”
Rose seemed startled. “S-s-sure!”
As the two trotted out the door and down the stairs, Thorn stopped. “Huh…”
Rose shook her head. “You have no idea where we’re going, do you?”
“Hey! Give me a break! I’m new here!” Thorn huffed.
Rose laughed. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
***
That day, Thorn gained a friend.
He also learned the way to the Lessons room.
End Chapter V
To My Annoyance, The story of Spots death.
ReplyDelete"AHA!!" I yell triumphantly. I had finally found that darn old plant for Spots' cake. As I pad down the marshes of Zios, I begin to wonder why the sickness scent lies so heavily in the air.I suddenly gasp. The sickness!!! It 'tis the same one that nearly took Spots!!! I suddenly get a chuning deep in my stomach... Something telling me this wont end well.
An Hour Later. . .
I wept. I was never good with medicine, and now my dear sister kay dead before me due to the fact that I couldn't heal a sickness. As I wept, I didn't notice that my spirit form, White Spirit, had flash formed me to my true self. I sat there weeping for hours. As I padded out of the thicket, to my annoyance, there sat my cousin.
"Hello, White."
I didn't have time for his "Hellos", as I had just suffered a larger-than-life goodbye.
"What is it, Pip squeak?" I growl, as he WAS in fact tiny, due to the fact I was in full blow.
"Tsk! No time to say hello to your cousin?" He then smirked and flung a waffle at my face. He couldn't kill me, due to the fact of my origins. I quickly caught the stupid waffle in my palm and turned it into a snake, which I in turn flung at my cousin with extreme speed and velocity, which I had not intened (OOOOPS) and scared the freakin black robes off him as he shimmered and dissapeared, taking with him my beloved sister's soul. I sighed and took to the air with my sister's body, to bury her where she shall forever be happy. All to my annoyance, it was her birthday that she died.
~Willow Spirit
Life In The shadows:
ReplyDelete" mom doesnt care! You have to move on Shadow " My brother, Rock , shouts before running off. I creep into a log and try to sleep. I wake up the next day to sunlight. " Rock wake- oh right " i say as i remember the events of last night. I cry out Rock's name, " Rock! Come Back " I hang my head and walk into the shadows, " Your mom always said you belended in with the shadows " a voice says. My ears perk up. " what!?! "
thats part 1 enjoy :D
Shadowfur
Today was Spots birthday, Willow was out to get the recipe
ReplyDeletefor her cake. For a second she was breathing then... not
then all of a sudden she looked around she saw Willow
crying "Willow, Whats wrong?" Asked Spots But Willow didnt
hear her. she tried yelling but she didnt hear her. then
she looked at her paws. They were.... Glowing....white and
silver. "WHAT?!" "whats happening" Then a Silver fox
walked up to her. "Hello,Spots my name is Feather"
"uh,hi..." Said Spots "im afraid that you have died"
Spots was shocked... just shocked.. "then why am i here right now?!' "You are a ghost"
Wwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhaaaaattttttttt?!
"and now your name shall be MorningGlory " "bye for now" Feather vanished. Morning Glory walked around.
"I wonder how this new life is going to be...."
Oak and Bird's adventure, part one:
ReplyDelete"What was that for?" I held my cheek where Bird had slapped me.
"That's for breathing." She held up her shadowy paw again.
We never get along. Bird is always looking for reasons to hate me, and i'm just trying to have fun for a day.
"Go away." I started to cast a spell.
"No- please!" Bird gasped and teleported onto the celing.
"You know I wasn't really going to do that, right?" My paws stopped glowing.
"Well, you got me that time. I'm bored."
I was getting bored, too.
"I'm going to be in the forest."
"See you." She didn't even wave.
I was fine with that.
"You're coming with me." I cast a spell on her before she could run off, and she suddenly dissapeared.
I walking for awhile, going deeper and deeper into the forest.
It started to become dark- the trees blocked out all the light.
"Bird?"
"Yeah?" She said, using my mouth to speak. I didn't like it too terribly much, but it was the only way of communication I could think of right now.
"I think I see something. Night vision, please?"
"Fine."
One of my eyes turned red, but the other one stayed amber.
"That's better."