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Spottednose's Journey: Part 2It had been a moon since Spottednose had met Dark, and since then, quite a few things had changed. She had become known as Spotty, mostly because the two toms had difficulty remembering Spottednose, and had become accustomed to the life of a rogue. The three often stayed up late at night, swapping stories, and, as time had passed, the trio had come to realize they were, in fact, related.
It hadn't surprised Spotty too much: since meeting Dark, she had felt that these two might be the two brothers she had lost when she had fallen into the river. The idea had swayed slightly upon meeting Thunder: the ginger tom had a short tail, and a couple of scars from the fox attack. However, Spotty hadn't been completely thrown off by the other's appearance. The three had talked four nights after Dark had led the calico to the hollowed log the toms called home, and questions of the lives the toms had led, as well as the she-cat, had soon become the topic of the conversation.
Spottednose's Journey Part 1The calico she-cat had been traveling for moons now. She had been awkward and lonely at first, feeling out of place without other cats to see every day, but now that she was used it, being by herself wasn't so bad. Her dreams had been dragging her farther and farther away from land she had known, to the point she no longer knew where she was, and could only hope she was going the right way, and could remember the way back.
Spottednose perked her ears as an unfamiliar scent reached her nose, and she crouched low to the ground as it got closer. It smells like another cat. She realized, just as a blur of motion sprung out of a nearby bush and tackled her.
The former Pebbleclan Warrior was pinned onto her back when her opponent first made contact, and stared up into the bright green eyes of her enemy for a heartbeat, before forcefully kicking at their stomach, claws sheathed. The stranger gave a yowl of surprise, and quickly backed off. The smaller she-cat quickly got to her paws an
Something Sad 2Jino clung to Jayzee's hand as she whispered his name one last time.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Walix. The younger boy looked down at his leader, dark blue eyes concealed by dirty blonde bangs, and Jino felt the younger boy's grip tighten on his shoulder.
"Tira told me to get help. If we hurry-"
A burst of hope ignited in the green-eyed boy's heart, and he nodded, not letting Walix finish, before picking up the small figure on the ground bridal-style. "Hurry!" He simply ordered as he stood up, restraining himself from grabbing the other, who gave a nod. Jino's vision was filled with a flash of white light, and suddenly he, Walix, and Tira were no longer in a dark forest at the base of a mountain: instead, they were in a warmly lit room full of the smell of antiseptic and people hurrying back and forth.
"There you are!" A voice called, and Jino turned to see an older woman, dark face lined with wrinkles, rushing over. "Here, give her to me."
VLV Assignment: Arguments, Arguments Everywhere!The late morning sun shone down on Lost Vegas as Rose sighed as she lay back against the bark of the tree.
Finally, the winged mutant thought to herself, some peace and qui- A shout interrupted her thoughts.
"Sam, stop it!"
"Jayden started it!"
With a sigh, Rose hopped down from the tree, landing gracefully, before hurrying off in the direction of the disturbance, already knowing what she was going to find.
Everyone was in the kitchen. Connor, Pheonix, and Scarlett were trying to hold Sam away from Jayden, who had apparently teleported himself just out of the semiaquatic boy's reach. Veronica was in the background, with Remie, Eric, Tim, Jasmine, and Alley all behind her, trying to see what was going on. "Nothing to see her, go on!" Veronica announced, and the five scattered. Victor watched from the side, and Dayvid and Tallahassee seemed like they'd rather not get involved.
"What the hell is going on?!" Rose demanded and Sam was finally subdued, Scarlett sitting on her t
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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