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Clearpaw 3Clearpaw walked into the clearing, her white fur brightened even more by the sun. She smiled, showing her clear teeth. Yes we're actually going to train today.
Swampstripe jumped down from a pile of rocks and padded over to join his apprentice. "Clearpaw!" He mewed.
"Hello, Swampstripe," she mewed happily, smiling, "can we train today?"
(*is drawing Clear's second apprentice pic and is going to write the last two do to laziness*)
Swampstripe dipped his head. "That's just what I was going to talk to you about." He said with a smile. "I'm ready if you are." He flicked his tail towards the entrance.
She gave a happy bounce and nodded eagerly, "Lead the way." She sheathed and unsheathed her claws in eagerness, waiting his reply.
(Imma open my join me now.)
Swampstripe nodded quickly, before disappearing behind the brambles.
She followed, bouncing.
** Sunfur25 has joined
(so what r u guys doing right now? Maybe we bump at the border like pres suggested. Cause I'm from Willow
A Short Story They're after me
I run faster, my blue tipped hair whipping my already bleeding face.
They're catching up
I gasp and trip, one tooth flying out and landing far away.
I jump to my feet and run faster than ever, hitting a nice looking family.
What will they say?
The mother looks at me with surprise and wonder as I look into her pretty face.
What will they do?
The father looks at me warmly, his tie loose around his neck.
What do they think?
The daughter, a beautiful girl with green eyes, freckles, and blond-silver hair.
What do I look like now?
I clear my throat, my voice gravely from not talking much in the recent times, "Can you take me with you? Mean old doggies are chasing me, my parents are dead, killed more like it." I clench my fists, thinking back to them, murde
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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