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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:09:42 GMT -10
The Strangeties of Motherhood It is purely up to a mother to make sure that her children grow into something good. But what if the mother isn't something good herself? What if the mother is broken, not whole anymore? Then what happens to the young ones?
A mother and her offspring can sometimes switch places. Children become the nurturers, the mother becomes the cared for. That is a thing of beauty. It expresses truly unconditional love.
Thank you, young one, for being the sunshine in my day; although at times it might seem to you like the darkness overshadowing me will never leave, you make it do just that.
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Word Count: 105
Prompt: #10, nurturing.
The Voice: Swallowpelt of PineClan (Cloudie)
The Spoken To: Crowpaw of PineClan (Me)
Comments: This was the first prompt that jumped out at me, honestly. It might be a huge cliche, but the first thing I thought of when I saw the word "nurture" was a mother. The very next thing that popped into my head was Crowpaw and how he loves to help others. I figured I might as well string the two together.
Cloudie, I really hope that I did Swallowpelt some form of justice in this. You have full permission to cleave this drabble in half with an adze if it's inaccurate or anything. Just please don't hurt Crowpaw. D:
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:12:01 GMT -10
O, Beatus Sanctimonia, Pluvia. [/center][/font] Rain, rain, rain, pour yourself down
Upon us, the weak, the sinful.
Cleanse us of our transgressions,
Make us cleaner than the new-fallen snow.
Oh, blessed, star-studded torrents,
How you fill our hearts with joy!
Imbued with the power of our ancestors themselves,
You can make all things new.
Nothing is impure with you.
Oh, sacred deluge of unstained Nature,
How weak are we before your might.
How you make the skies bend beneath your weight
Until nothing can stop your onslaught.
Make us like you.
Painful it may be,
But so is life without purity.
O, beatus sanctimonia, pluvia.
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Word Count: 101
Prompt: #23, rain.
The Voices: The zealous of FogClan
Comments: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I seriously stared at "rain, rain, rain," for five minutes, and then this sort of... gushed out from nowhere. I'll keep it though. It's kinda cool.
By the way, "O, beatus sanctimonia, pluvia," means roughly, "O, blessed purity, rain."
Neat, huh?
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:12:57 GMT -10
Lost in A Sea of Faces [/font] I am not just a face in this crowd. I'm something special. He makes me special. Sometimes we might be inclined to let ourselves fade, become lost in the endless sea of faces that we're confronted with every day. It's so much better to go unnoticed than to cause a scene.
I say that's a lie. Doing that is weak, and weakness of attitude always becomes weakness of character.
He does more than make me special. Though he is weak, he makes me strong. And that's enough strength for the both of us.
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Word Count: 93
Prompt: #52, crowds.
The Voice: Dovepaw of FogClan (Me)
The Spoken About: Mousenose of FogClan (Toasty)
Comments: Okay, so the muse for this bit mostly came from a song called Sea of Faces by Kutless. The part that I thought about goes something along these lines: "I am not just a man, vastly lost in this world, lost in a Sea of Faces." What could make someone feel like that? The answer is love, as far as I can see.
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:15:47 GMT -10
The Efforts of the Pure-Minded So Often Become Disregarded [/center][/font] Mister, why don't you believe me when I say that I care? How much will it take to prove that I really do? There are only so many flowers in the world, and I can't find them all for you. Besides, you don't like flowers.
We talk all the time. I don't know what else to try. What else can I do to make you see? I'd harness the power of the stars if I could. Oh, please believe me. I won't rest until you know that someone cares about you, and that someone is me.
I love you.
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Word Count: 101
Prompt: #22, believe.
The Voice: Crowpaw of PineClan (Me)
The Spoken To: Bluefur of PineClan (Slug)
Comments: Okay, before y'all flip out, Crowpaw's love is NOT romantic. It's something he feels for every single cat in the forest, a love that springs from a desire to bring happiness to everyone. I imagined this little bit happening in the future, maybe a few months, when Bluefur and Crowpaw have really gotten to know each other. So... yeah. Sort of speaks for itself.
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:17:06 GMT -10
A Free Slave Tries To Save Her Hide [/font]
Nobody understands what it's like to be me. My faith is at once a pair of shackles and a pair of wings. StarClan has chosen me for this purpose. They know I cannot leave Them; after all, They're all I've got in the world.
FogClan will not hold me in their favor forever. This I know, but who am I to deny the commands of our ancestors whom I serve? Even if it costs my life, I remain irrevocably bound to their will and whim. So, you see, I do not seize power because of petty ambition, I do it because it is StarClan's will.
Who are you to judge me?
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Word Count: 112
Prompt: #35, bonds.
The Voice: Mistpelt of FogClan (Spec)
The Spoken To: Those who will rise up against her in the future, if anybody does. Also Owlstar.
Comments: I'm sort of picturing this as Scar dangling over the fire trying to convince Simba to let him live. Of course, in her mind, Mistpelt believes what she is doing to be completely right and justified, just as Scar did. They deserved their positions, or so they thought.
I hope I captured some of the essence of Mistpelt in this drabble. If it absolutely fails beyond belief, just let me know and I'll write another one. I don't want to leave this up if it's blasphemy, even if it's blaspheming the blasphemer.
Mistpelt will get what's coming to her eventually. I wish she could meet Crowpaw, but she'd kill him as soon as scent him. :c
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:18:55 GMT -10
On Hate. [/font][/center] I hate you.
Truly, I do.
Every single thing about me hates every single thing about you.
The fibers of my pelt hate you.
My right ventricle... hates you.
That little bit of dried mud beneath my claw,
Left paw, hates you.
The dead, shriveled flowers that rest
Beneath this blanket of lethal snow,
Are both shriveled flowers and
An obvious symbol of how I hate you.
Why? You ask why, little one? Why do I hate you so?
You are so happy, so beautiful. Everybody loves you.
Nobody loves me at all, and that's because of you.
Therefore, I must do what I know best: hate.
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Word Count: 107
Prompt: #82, why.
The Voice: Snowflower of PineClan (Slug, WIP-- v1)
The Spoken To: Crowpaw of PineClan (Me)
Comments: I figured it was just about time that I did a Snowflower and Crowpaw drabble since Slug's done so many. Slug, feel free to attack me in any manner you deem fit if this fails.
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:20:38 GMT -10
The 23rd Psalm of Rowanheart [/center][/font] Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Great is your loyalty, oh StarClan. Through thick and thin, you have been there for me. Just the thought of you brings peace to my heart, joy to my soul. Oh, that I might one day taste the same air you do! Your loyal servant I will remain to the end, for I am much too far along this path to now turn back.
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Word Count: 93
Prompt: #1, loyalty.
The Voice: Rowanheart of FogClan (Whiskers)
Comments: Don't think there's much I can say on this one.
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:21:30 GMT -10
Not Exactly Soul Mates, But Good Enough For Populating [/center][/font] Most everybody thinks that because two cats have kits together, they're soul mates. Meant to be from the dawn of time, kismet, star-crossed, blah blah blah.
What a joke.
They wouldn't think that if they'd met my parents. Constant fighting between them always threatened to tear us apart, always pushed at the edge of what was acceptable for two violent warriors. When mother died, yes, my father had looked sad, but it must have just been good acting. I'm sure they loved each other at first, but anything aside from the deepest, purest love will waste away into nothingness.
They wasted, and I'm left behind.
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Word Count: 105
Prompt: #68, soul mate.
The Voice: Fallowfoot of FogClan (Frosty)
Comments: ^ Yay alliteration? Anywho, I read Fallowfoot's bio and had a muse-splosion. There we go.
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:22:32 GMT -10
Heck Of An Introduction, Little Friend. [/font] "Hi, I'm Crowpaw! You look angry, mister cat. Do you want a flower? I bet I can find one around here somewhere. Never mind the snow."
Bluefur looked skeptically at the little ball of black poof that smiled up at him. This couldn't turn out to be anything good. The apprentice's innocence would surely cause him to be frightened of the warrior, and then he'd lose another chance at a friend. Little did he know what Crowpaw would turn into.
"I care about you. I really do. Is it so hard to see? Won't you believe me?"
... Somebody cared. Heck of an introduction, little friend.
Bluefur smiled.
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Word Count: 108
Prompt: #79, introduction.
The Voice: [Omniscient] Bluefur of PineClan (Slug)
Other Character: Crowpaw of PineClan (Me)
Comments: Okay, I couldn't resist. I did try and summarize the role play thread into a single drabble. My efforts didn't work very well, but I suppose it's okay for what it is.
Feel free to judge it, Slug.
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:24:39 GMT -10
That Somebody Isn't Me [/center][/font] Though at times I have shown signs of all my weakness, you must know that somewhere in me there is strength. There is courage. It's just too scared to come out most of the time. You told me that this would hurt. I could never have imagined how much. "If I don't break your heart now, things will just get worse," you said. "The ends will justify the pain it took you to get there," you said. You told me to lean on you, to trust you. Today, I'll trust you with the confidence of somebody who's never known defeat. Just, please, please, don't forget, that that somebody isn't me. --- Word Count: 110 Prompt: # 102, courage. The Voice: Willowpaw of FogClan (Slug) The Spoken To: Snow-whisker of FogClan (NP, Slug) Comments: Alrighty, so, you might've guessed this already, but I was once again inspired by a song. I was just on the bus and all of a sudden BLAM. It was a total glee moment. "AMG, IT'S WILLOWPAW'S SONG!!!  " I did get a few strange looks, but it's okay, because I was immediately inspired for this drabble. It might not match up exactly with Willowpaw's character, but oh well. It's written. If you wanna check out the song, it Let It All Out by Relient K. [/center] |
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:31:29 GMT -10
Justification of Hate Doesn't Make it Right, Little One. [/font][/center] Twolegs destroy everything. They tear up our trees, and with them, the very foundations of our lives. What has survived for centuries should remain where it has been since the very center of the earth was forged.
Twolegs hold no respect for the ancients: Oak, Yew, Ash, Willow, Pine. They take what nature has given us and they make it into something hard, something false, something irrevocably dead. It will stay that way until it disintegrates, destroyed by the very forces of nature that twolegs strive to control.
All they know how to do is destroy. This is why I hate them.
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Word Count: 102
Prompt: #4, ancient.
The Voice: Crowpaw of Pineclan (Me)
Comments: OKAY, I COULDN'T HELP IT. It was about time for an angry Crowpaw drabble. It could've been more, though.
Haha, I'm such a bad person. I usually go over the world limit. |D
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:32:09 GMT -10
Don't Bother Fighting Life, Just Let it Be [/center][/font] Why does everyone want to resist what life throws at them? Fighting life only makes living through it that much harder. Death will come, life will come, and the world still goes around. Why bother trying to deny the world? It's the most powerful thing of all. Nothing you or I could ever do can contend with the forces that sustain life and bring death to us all.
Don't bother fighting it; live your life to the fullest.
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Word Count: 78
Prompt: #60, resistance.
The Voice: Loki (Rogue, Cloudie)
Comments: ... yeah. I tried, okay Cloudie?
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:33:24 GMT -10
Every Day I Ask Myself... [/font][/center] Happiness. The word has such a strange flavor. It's been so long since I've felt real happiness that I've quite near forgotten what it feels like, what it tastes like. What is happiness? Is it waking up on a blooming spring morn, tasting the new birth on the air? Can happiness be found in the ethereal song of the mourning dove, or in the frantic flight of the hummingbird? Those fragile wings keep such a furious beat. Will I find happiness in my lonely sunrises and sunsets, nobody but myself and nature to witness the spectacle? Or, rather, is happiness to be found in another? --- Word Count: 105 Prompt: #2, happy. The Voice: Rain (Loner, WIP, Me) Comments: Bwahahahahaha... oh, if only he knew.  Yeah, this was written when he was still a loner. [/center] |
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:34:49 GMT -10
Repentance Comes In Many Forms [/center][/font] To the brink of my sanity
And back again
I have been driven
By demons,
And for what cause? To what end?
For an empty life?
For the sake of my own stubbornness?
Am I really serving a higher purpose in what I do?
Ah, but it is too late for me.
I cannot turn back now.
I suppose history repeats itself;
I've been stuck here once before.
So it is, and I suppose this is the way it will be
Until the day I find out if all this,
If everything I'm doing,
Was really justified.
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Word Count: 97
Prompt: #3, driven.
The Voice: Tawnywhisker of FogClan (Me)
Comments: Um... yeah. Here she is, folks, in one of her future forms. Wonderful, isn't she? Guilt is so becoming.
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Post by Glowy on Jun 25, 2011 13:35:40 GMT -10
Sometimes It's Okay to Dwell on What Might Have Been [/center][/font] Eyes are supposed to be windows to the soul. I never got to see my brother's eyes, for life never stirred them. Does that mean he doesn't have a soul, mama?
I bet that if he'd lived, he would've had the most beautiful eyes in the world.
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Word Count: 47
Prompt: #5, window.
The Voice: Maplekit/heart of FogClan (WIP, Slug-- v1)
Comments: Poor, poor Mapleheart.
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