A Werecat's Tale, Chap. 2We arrive at Chatterwoods house, and I tense my muscles for the jump over his high fence, when Swiftpaw stops me with a gesture of his tail. He looks at the fence for a moment, looking for something. Then he walks over to a knothole in the wood about three feet up. Swiftpaw puts his front paws on the fence, allowing him to look through the small opening in the wood. I watch him as he stares intently at whatever is happening in the yard, then I give him a nudge, gesturing to move over. He watches for a moment longer, then moves away so I can put my eye to the hole. I watch an interesting scene play out on the other side of the fence.
Chatterwood is curled up on the grass under his dads hammock, but there is another cat, a black she-cat, with him. Theyre talking, and from the tone of their voices, its a serious topic. From the fence I cant hear the exact words, though, but when the she-cat swats playfully at Chatterwoodss face he responds with a swipe
Steep I stand in the meadow, high in the mountains. An eagle circles above my head. I do a short, sharp whistle and raise my hand to the sky, and the eagle swoops down and lands on my upraised arm. "That's a girl, Steep." I say affectionately as I stroke her head.
Suddenly, a bang echoes from somewhere in the mountain range. I easily recognize the noise as a shotgun blast, since it was primetime for hunters this time of year. I toss Steep back into the air and tell her "Go home, stay low." She imediately climbs into the air, then swoops down low and heads to the edge of the meadow, where she disappears into the trees. Confident that she would get home safely, I then head off in the direction where the gun had gone off, with the full intent of giving some hunters a good scare.
There were many legends of the mountains, many of which included beasts thrice the size of two-story houses. I knew that these tales were pure fiction, yet many hike
My WrathPeople all around me
nobody within me
no one who will share me
except my wrath.
it consumes me
eating away at me
my horrible wrath.
they say it's unbecoming of me
they say it shouldn't be worth it to me
but they don't understand what lives inside of me
my uncontrolable wrath.
it attacks all those around me
it lashes the slightest touch to me
it tries to control my life, you see
it's my wild wrath.
it makes me hurt inside of me
both inside and outside of me
my eyes can't see the acts of me
when, appears, my crazy wrath.
I try to understand why it hurts me so
I try to understand why it kills me so
to try and apologize to those below
those people who've been subject to my wrath.
So here's to those who've been hurt and scared
and scarred to the point of no return
to the point where everything I did went wrong
No Title, Chapter 1I wake up as the clock chimes eleven. But it isnt the clock that disturbs me; its the shivering sensation that overcomes me. I quickly climb out of bed and walk over to my bedroom window. As I step into the moonlight the shivers get worse. I open the window and walk to the middle of the floor. The shivering becomes shaking; I could have given someone a massage just by touching them. Suddenly Im shrinking. My arms and legs become the same length; my tailbone extends. My nose and mouth lengthen to become a muzzle while my senses are going haywire, getting sharper.
As my ears become pointed and keen I squint in reaction to the moon, which seems as bright as the sun because of my sensitive eyes. The shivering turns to prickling, then everything stops. I look down at my arms and see the white fur that covers them. When I jump onto my dresser and look in the large hanging mirror I see a cat as white as snow looking back at me.
I stretch, then leap back to the ground. Being
The Black PlagueRing around the Rosy.......
-That refers to the bruising that appeared around the open sores.
A pocket full of Posy.......
-Supposedly Posy was a mixture of herbs and spices that kept the sickness away.
-Victims turned a sickly grey colour before.........
We all fall Down!
-Six feet under the stars.
Not such a little kid thing anymore, now, is it?