Post by stormcloud on Jan 21, 2009 22:19:11 GMT -5
~`StormC.l.o.u.d`~
When I see you,
I run outta words to say.
I wouldn't leave you,
'Cause your that type of girl
that make ya' stay.
I run outta words to say.
I wouldn't leave you,
'Cause your that type of girl
that make ya' stay.
Promise me we'll last another day?
Promise the moon won't fade?
&&
Promise me tomorrow,
Because hells to close for sorrow..
Promise the moon won't fade?
&&
Promise me tomorrow,
Because hells to close for sorrow..
~Dream State~ Below.
{Last night was a mistake, a memory of regrets. I dreamed of you once again...do you remember when? The lights were gone with the breaking of dusk. You'd came to me to sleep against someone you loved...then they came. &&& Everything we ever wanted fell apart.[/color]} [/i][/size] [/center]
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The small lithe sliver bengal female rolled along the dirt patches of the Thunderclan camp, she'd been unable to sleep until quite late the day before. Yet, here she laid with dirt meshed into the cotton felt sliver and white of her pelt, blending into the black stripes giving her a roughed appearance. Stormcloud's head shifted in the dirt, her lungs heaved as she expelled a rough gust of carbon monoxide against the dirt creating a tiny tornado of sorts. The tiny pink of her nose gave a twitch, her eyelids drew up exposing the soft texture of sliver orbs kindled with lazy sleep. Stormcloud's raccoon-like tail gave a flicker as her frame shifted onto her stomach, her head tilting up to the sky above. "Noon..."her voice was generally soft with a itch of sleep tied within almost wistful.
Finally after pausing for some much needed mental re-establishment, her frame lifted with unease, strong muscles reveled under her pelt. Black socks fell heavy against the ground her right forepaw landing right into a left over pile of snow. The female gave a whine, but shook her head with a grim frown lined across the velvet of her black furred lips.
After finding her way to the freshkill pile, she plucked a juicy vole from the right-hand corner. Settling the plump brown tinted creature between her jaws she found herself nestling against a rock on the far edge of camp. She'd been here for awhile, and in truth had yet to find any real friends. Heck, she'd avoided talking to anyone that might have been the problem. Except for Tundrafir, he'd been kind and sweet to her. They're first meeting had been somewhat clumsy, but she enjoyed his company. She needed company, her mind was fighting the urge to hurt the world, while her body raged with stress. Perhaps soon she'd find another cat to call Friend. Stormcloud just shook out her striped pelt, her storm gray hues locking on the warriors den and equally focused on the apprentices den. Her eyes avoided the leader's den, as she folded one black socked paw under her chest, the other holding her vole down as she bit into the flesh.
Finally after pausing for some much needed mental re-establishment, her frame lifted with unease, strong muscles reveled under her pelt. Black socks fell heavy against the ground her right forepaw landing right into a left over pile of snow. The female gave a whine, but shook her head with a grim frown lined across the velvet of her black furred lips.
After finding her way to the freshkill pile, she plucked a juicy vole from the right-hand corner. Settling the plump brown tinted creature between her jaws she found herself nestling against a rock on the far edge of camp. She'd been here for awhile, and in truth had yet to find any real friends. Heck, she'd avoided talking to anyone that might have been the problem. Except for Tundrafir, he'd been kind and sweet to her. They're first meeting had been somewhat clumsy, but she enjoyed his company. She needed company, her mind was fighting the urge to hurt the world, while her body raged with stress. Perhaps soon she'd find another cat to call Friend. Stormcloud just shook out her striped pelt, her storm gray hues locking on the warriors den and equally focused on the apprentices den. Her eyes avoided the leader's den, as she folded one black socked paw under her chest, the other holding her vole down as she bit into the flesh.
Where'd you come from,
Your outta this world to me.
You're a symbol of what a Beautiful woman should {BE.}
Your outta this world to me.
You're a symbol of what a Beautiful woman should {BE.}
Word Count: 666
Muse: Flowing somewhat.
Lyrics: Beautiful - Akon
Mood: Content. =]
Muse: Flowing somewhat.
Lyrics: Beautiful - Akon
Mood: Content. =]