Post by frosty ♥ on Nov 11, 2007 20:49:39 GMT -5
SKYCLAN KITTEHS. :3333
Some say I’m wonderful.
Some say I’m horrible.
Do I give a care?
Nope.
All /I/ care about is my one true love not some random cat.
Oh right, what about me you say? Ha, funny really.
You’re invisible in my gleaming eyes.
So I /still /don’t about /you/.
“I’m only falling more in love with you, every heartbeat.”
No matter what they say about me, my dearest.
My heart belongs to you Swanfeather”
“Really, Hawkclaw?”
“Is it true? That your heart is mine to keep?”
She sounds so innocent. So lovely she is. Her voice rich and syrupy, but can be as soft as the wind whispering through the trees. Her body is so slim and elegant. Her eyes the clearest of aqua blue and her fluffy white fur like that of swan feathers. Compared to the she-cats back home she stands out like a white carnation in a field of red roses. Not a thorn on /her/ stem. The black tomcat could care less about those other she-cats. Two cats sat side by side by a small stream, their pelts brushing. “Of course” Hawkclaw purred and entwined my tail with her own.
The jet black tom with white paws made a crooning noise with his throat and Swanfeather purred quietly with laughter. After a while Swanfeather murmured softly, “Hawkclaw, don’t you think we should be getting back to camp?” The warrior turned to her “I suppose” After a moment they were padding through the grass. Their eyes bright with their love and happiness. Hawkclaw was that cat that didn’t care about what any cat thought about him, only his love which is Swanfeather. How he ended up with such a fantastic she-cat? Only StarClan knew this difficult answer.
Some say I’m wonderful.
Some say I’m horrible.
Do I give a care?
Nope.
All /I/ care about is my one true love not some random cat.
Oh right, what about me you say? Ha, funny really.
You’re invisible in my gleaming eyes.
So I /still /don’t about /you/.
“I’m only falling more in love with you, every heartbeat.”
No matter what they say about me, my dearest.
My heart belongs to you Swanfeather”
“Really, Hawkclaw?”
“Is it true? That your heart is mine to keep?”
She sounds so innocent. So lovely she is. Her voice rich and syrupy, but can be as soft as the wind whispering through the trees. Her body is so slim and elegant. Her eyes the clearest of aqua blue and her fluffy white fur like that of swan feathers. Compared to the she-cats back home she stands out like a white carnation in a field of red roses. Not a thorn on /her/ stem. The black tomcat could care less about those other she-cats. Two cats sat side by side by a small stream, their pelts brushing. “Of course” Hawkclaw purred and entwined my tail with her own.
The jet black tom with white paws made a crooning noise with his throat and Swanfeather purred quietly with laughter. After a while Swanfeather murmured softly, “Hawkclaw, don’t you think we should be getting back to camp?” The warrior turned to her “I suppose” After a moment they were padding through the grass. Their eyes bright with their love and happiness. Hawkclaw was that cat that didn’t care about what any cat thought about him, only his love which is Swanfeather. How he ended up with such a fantastic she-cat? Only StarClan knew this difficult answer.
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