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I stared down at the wide ground well the wind blew through my orange wings. I was flapping as fast as i could, though i was having a hard time believing all of Windclan could still be saved. All of Harmony was not here, and it was still not known if they were even near Songclan. Infact, it was unknown if they were even in the mountain range that all the other 15 clans were living peacefully in. Songclan,windclan,thunderclan,riverclan,shadowclan,stormclan,oceanclan,midnightclan,moonclan,sunclan,skyclan,Snowclan,Mountainclan,ribbonclan,(Cloudclan, who was a clan of wings and not always mentioned as one of the 16 clans because they lived in the clouds), And Rainclan. No trace or evidence of any super or powerful cats. I sighed. OF course im alone.
Always have been
Always will.
Always have been
Always will.
~Live another Day without Grace and Perfection~
There was once a time when I cared about how it all ended. How we came to cease.
When it started to happened; I discovered i didn't care.
I've forgotten about the small, little things like that now.
If you rush to the next moment, what will happen to the one your in?
You gotta enjoy the ride.
It was a dim, September morning. The clouds hovered over in a inferior glare, almost snarling as some people attempted to stay happy, but found themselves unable to accomplish this task.
Who really wanted to? The world was destroying itself.
Really, it was to far gone to fix by now.
It was always cold. Everywhere. Every season.
When it wasn'
~Fake Figures on a Shelf~ (WIP)
"I wish you would quit already." I sighed, looking at his ever growing collection.
"Quit? This is my life!" he exclaimed.
"I just get TIRED of looking at it all." I murmured.
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The words echoed in my head, the empty figures lying on the shelf, painfully aware of his absence.
Maybe it's because they were the ones shouting it.
Over.
And Over.
And Over again.
Behind my eyes, circling my head.
Until the shrill squeals almost broke my brain.
``Would you Shut It!``
I shouted, the figures snapping shut and muttering stern words.
``I don't care. . .`` I whisp
~The Smile Beyond The Cove~
The clock buzzed an alarming, mourning, groan.
The sand blew against the low-laying window, reminding those among the house that the ocean was sitting beneath them.
The eyelids that covered your eyes would not lift open without effort, eventually peeling open to reveal sharp beams of light piercing your gaze.
The house creaked as your feet trickled onto the floor, your efforts to stand all most in-effective.
You stand, tossing open the door to reveal the bland,un-welcoming stairs towering down.
You step down them, nearly tripping over your own toes.
Or the stubs in the carpeting.
You groan, stumbling down the remaining steps with a fi
~Hide From the End, Were Not Ready to Let Go Yet~
I smiled.
I just,
Smiled.
Why not?
I wasn't dead.
Sure, life was as bad as the hell itself.
But life is still moving.
The sun is still up, shining.
Somewhere above the musty sky.
Full of clouds, becoming shadows of glum.
And death.
But it was still shining.
So that's something, ain't it?
Eh.
I sat in the old body of a rusted mustang, crouching low under the steering wheel as the so called "Reapers" (The group of raiders who were so desperate for money they couldn't use, they injured, sometimes even murdered, people for it) threw themselves at the car, trying to burst open the dieing hinges.
I peaked over the wheel, gathering snarling fac
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