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Post by Cloudbat on Sept 23, 2011 11:53:58 GMT -10
1. Loyal
2. Happy
3. Driven
4. Ancient
5. Window
6. Imagination
7. The Tree
8. Kingdom
9. Options
10. Nurturing
11. Crest
12. Passion
13. Reflective
14. Pristine
15. Mistletoe
16. Romantic
17. Visionary
18. Shamrock
19. Celestial
20. Bravado
21. Lick
22. Believe
23. Rain
24. Focal Point
25. Shadows
26. Flashing
27. Clouds
28. Petal
29. Present
30. Records
31. Family
32. Storm
33. Pale
34. Tan
35. Bonds
36. Death
37. The One
38. Friend
39. Porn Lust
40. Behavior
41. Duel
42. Clutch
43. Impartial
44. Bias
45. Water
46. Rancid
47. Inept
48. Foolhardy
49. Fetal
50. Ungainly
51. Blizzard
52. Crowds
53. Frost
54. Smoke
55. Leaves
56. Betrayal
57. Journey
58. Forgiveness
59. Roses
60. Resistance
61. Masterpiece
62. Bones
63. Goodnight
64. Wake Up
65. Gate
66. Stuck
67. Owl
68. Soul Mate
69. Traitor
70. Star
71. Annoyance
72. Out Cold
73. Stay With Me
74. Falling
75. Memories
76. Past Life
77. Thief
78. Designs
79. Introduction
80. Departure
81. Smile
82. Why?
83. Never Too Late
84. Prayer
85. Waiting
86. Beat
87. Laughing
88. Mother
89. Thank You
90. Borders
91. Minnow
92. Paws
93. Flecks
94. Tension
95. Passion
96. Twig
97. Joy
98. Mud
99. I Miss You
100. Gone
101-110. WRITER'S CHOICE!
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Post by Cloudbat on Sept 26, 2011 5:42:08 GMT -10
(I'm going to be turd and copy Glowy's formatting of drabbles because I like it.)
Predator
You live. You sin.
But I am here, watching, always watching. I will eat your unworthiness and make it my own pure strength.
I will hunt you and hound you until at last, you, like me, are pure. Death is the only escape.
You will never see that I, too, am hunted by my own inner demons.
You sin. You die.
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Word Count: 61
Prompt: #1, Loyal.
The Voice: Falconpaw.
The Spoken To: Anyone in FogClan, I guess. "Sinners" especially.
Explanation: Falconpaw is a jerkwad...but a secretly paranoid, doubting jerkwad. I chose "Loyal" for this because that is his main drive: He wishes for nothing more than to be loyal and honorable, but his arrogance and insecurity get in the way.
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Post by Cloudbat on Sept 26, 2011 5:51:36 GMT -10
Bittersweet
Could I, could I, ever be
Happy together, you and me?
Will we, will we, ever feel
Love again that is real?
Can you, can you mend my heart?
I’ll mend yours, for a start.
Should we, should we try again
In this where and this when?
Try to, try to love the stars
They are here, though they are far
Please don’t, please don’t turn away
I’ll wait here, both night and day.
Remember, remember, the things we could do
Having sworn truth, ever would I be true.
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Word Count: 89
Prompt: #2, Happy.
The Voice: Birchtail.
The Spoken To: Beaverstripe.
Explanation: This is long, because each verse has a slightly different meaning. Verse 1 is simple; it's Birchtail asking Beaverstripe if they could ever be mates, since she has a weird little crush on him.
Verse 2 refers to the fact that both of them have had mates before...and both of those mates died horribly. So she's asking if they could ever have that sort of bond again.
Verse 3 is her pleading with Beaverstripe to try and love her, because he doesn't seem to want to, and she offers to love him, too.
Verse 4 is evident; should they try to love someone else, even after their tragedies? It's also a a bit of a hidden reference to the current insanity in FogClan; should they really try now, when things are so freaking insane?
Verse 5 is Birchtail begging Beaverstripe to really believe in StarClan; though they're physically far away, they truly are watching over them, which she believes is true because she found love in Beaverstripe again.
Verse 6 is her saying that no matter how long it takes, she'll wait until he loves her.
And the very last verse is a final plea that she would be just as loyal to him as his old mate was, and that they could be true together.
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Post by Cloudbat on Sept 27, 2011 3:55:34 GMT -10
Shadow’s Light
The angel has spread his wings; the time has come for darker things.
Spill the blood and make it better; remember your lowliness, forgetter.
Share my enlightenment, o ye of sin
Find the light, let the blessings begin.
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Word Count: 38
Prompt: #3, Driven.
The Voice: Volepelt.
The Spoken To: FogClan.
Explanation: XD Uh, overly dark and dramatic words about Volepelt? Once, he actually rebelled against StarClan, but he was beat up so much that he eventually converted...something along those lines. And now he wants to share his enlightenment!
...Don't kill me Rolo. D:
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Post by Cloudbat on Oct 24, 2011 5:41:02 GMT -10
Metaphor
Across the sea of time I cast my weary eyes to long-gone storms. It is so easy, in hindsight, to blame and curse, to give in to nostalgia. It is harder to raise one’s head from the shallow waters of foolishness and stand under the unforgiving waterfall of truth. It is difficult – nigh on impossible – to make a new ship that will carry one, not back into the whirlpools of repeated mistakes, but forward, toward the island on the horizon.
I rarely see truly with my eye. Only my blind, scarred heart regards the world with clarity.
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Word count: 97
Prompt: #4, Ancient.
The Voice: Plovereye
The Spoken To: Erm...no one in particular.
Explanation: Just a metaphor for Plovereye's life.
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Post by Cloudbat on Nov 7, 2011 6:46:34 GMT -10
Plato’s Allegory
This was my world.
My cave was my house. My shadows were the twisted truths my mother told me, the seemingly perfect life I had. No, it was perfect – it was I who was not.
The window was the only hint I had, the barest whisper of a clue that this not the only life there was.
It was even the kindness of the Twolegs, and the guilt I felt at scorning such kindness, that were shadows.
When that prisoner escaped, and knew the truth, did they ever wonder: was I better off staying in the cave?
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Word count: 97
Prompt: #5, Window
The Voice: Juncopaw
The Spoken To: No one in particular.
Explanation: Junco's feelings on her old life.
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Post by Cloudbat on Jul 14, 2012 8:36:17 GMT -10
Dreamings
He loved the sky.
There was so much in it! There was the sun, and he loved the sun. There was the rain that fell from the clouds in the sky, which made things wet and soggy but made everything grow, or so his mother told him.
But the strangest thing about the sky was the stars. What were they, really? Cat spirits? Specks of light left over from the sun that stuck in the sky? He wanted to believe that they were StarClan, but...he just couldn't be sure. Not that he was saying StarClan didn't exist, oh no. The little FogClanner was fairly sure they did; he just didn't know much about them.
But his Clan wanted him to believe. So what was right?
Word Count: 125
Prompt: #6, Imagination
The Voice: Flamekit, a would-have-been character of mine
The Spoken To: No one in particular.
Explanation: Flamekit was supposed to have been born under the FogClan regime as a doubter. He has a strong imagination but he also likes to have things make sense.
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Post by Cloudbat on Jul 14, 2012 8:52:24 GMT -10
The Gaps in His Cheesy Smile
Oh, you know you want to climb it. You want to know what it's like scaling that hard, cold tree to get to its sweet top where the sun shines. You're going to want it. You're going to want to know what it's like.
I can take you there, sweetheart! Just follow me, and oh, what fun we'll have, climbing the tree of life!
Word Count: 64
Prompt: #7, The Tree
The Voice: Loki
The Spoken To: Anyone he's trying to seduce. xD
Explanation: I don't think this really needs one. |D
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Post by Cloudbat on Jul 14, 2012 9:05:22 GMT -10
Upon The Throne
I am a ruler, but I am also a cat.
If you cut me, I bleed. I make mistakes. I love. I command. I trust. I smite.
I ask for your loyalty but not your will. I am not a tyrant.
My kingdom is one that is built with the minds and bodies of so many, so tightly packed and diverse. But it is mine, and mine alone.
Take it or leave it.
Word Count: 73
Prompt: #8, Kingdom
The Voice: Cedarstar
The Spoken To: The rebels of MeadowClan
Explanation: Think it's kind of obvious.
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Post by Cloudbat on Oct 16, 2012 5:35:49 GMT -10
The Continuance of the Verse
I can watch the sufferings of others in silence. I am not a caring cat.
I can act.
I can continue to guard my own survival and self interest, keeping my body intact.
I can also choose to let my mind and soul rot.
Or I can sacrifice my health to regain my sanity.
The stars are no longer clear to me; too much blood has spilled across them. They are obscured.
I can clean them once more and repair my wings.
Word Count: 82
Prompt: #9, Options
The Voice: Brightnose
The Spoken To: No one in particular.
Explanation: Remember "Fallen angel, broken wings, righteous burn, sinners sing?" It sort of explores...what will she do about that, what does it really mean?[/size]
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