Some Random Stuff

I write lots of things that I don't complete. Longer than Rose's dabbles, but still short. I just need a place to put them. Some of them are Pokemon, some Frostclan, some other clans, some just random shit. Here goes nothing.

Number one: Icy Hell

Cold. Darkness. I felt the seering chill seeping through my jacket as I lay flat on my back in a dark room. The floor is made of ice. "What the hell?" I mutter, getting up. I immediatly slipped and fell flat on my face. A thin shaft of light filters through a door-ish thing that opened slightly. "Who's there?" I call, my voice echoing off the walls eerily.
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Number Two: Moonstar, Stay with Me!

"No! Moonstar! Don't leave!" I sobbed, pressing my nose into my sister's pelt. "But Lionfang, don't you see?" She asked, letting out a small cough. "My time as leader is through. Now we must appoint a new one," She mewed softly. "But Swiftclaw won't know how to lead our clan properly!" Lionfang exclaimed, tears choking his voice. "No, he won't lead our clan. I call upon my warrior ancestors....." With her dying breath, she appointed the new deputy. All the cats of Moonclan went into a shocked silence.
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Number Three: Isn't all a Daughter Ever Wants.....

I heard that when she left
She didn't even
She just deserted us
With father, who was never really
Foxtail became more of
a
even though she was clearly
only a
My one desire is what
anyone would
Isn't all a daughter
ever wants a
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Number four: Stoneclaw?

"It just didn't work out," Stoneclaw replied smoothly to the large tm. "Alright, I'll have her dead soon." "Give the Queen my thanks," Stoneclaw meowed and ran quietly out of the alleys.
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Number five: Without Evil There can be no Good

A large white tom padded out in front of the gathered cats.
"Who is he?"
"What does he want?"
"Should we attack?"
Shocked yowls rose from the crowd, but the large cat just chuckled.
"Cats, you're trying to rid the world of evil, but can't you see? Without evil there can be no good in the world, so it's good to be evil sometimes," He meowed calmly, eyes reflecting wisdom.
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Number 6: Bears

A single tear dripped from the young cat's eye.
"Why?" The word echoed through the small cave.
A fire-red cat was standing over the body of a dark-brown tom.
"I though bears were strong...."
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Number 7: A Bed of Roses

"Goodbye, claws of rock." A deep mew cut through the night.
"You don't have to do this."
"But what if I to?"
"You don't."
"But what if I want to?" Acid dripped from the black tom's voice.
"Then go ahead," The dying cat's voice was steely, "I'll enjoy it."
The black tom padded away, his footsteps breaking the silence.
More footsteps came towards the dying tom. A sweet scent came from a she-cat's maw.
"You won't live. But I won't let you die without me," She meowed through whatever she was holding.
Petals fell silently as the she-cat weeped
And Stoneclaw died on a bed of roses.
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Number Eight: Remember the Day?

Remember the day
When everything changed?
My heart was broken
Until you put the pieces back together.
Remember the day
When the gentle sway
If the leaves whispered love
into the world?
But, yet again,
My heart is broken.
But this time, not in two
It's shattered, beyond refine
Even if you're once more mine.
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Number Nine: A Myth?

Is it true?

Love is nothing but a myth?
Over months I pondered
Varied and wondered
Everything changed, when I met you.

Yet now I'm set adrift
On the ponderous myth
Until you may find me again.
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Number 10: Forgotten

Do you know what happens to those forgotten?
Inky blackness surrounds me.
I can never break free.
My memories slipping,
My sanity dripping
Away from me like bloody water.
When our names are lost in the wind,
The fate's terrible, my friends.
We're forever forgotten in an abyss of woe and despair.
Remember those before you,
Utter their names to keep their existance true.
Or they will find a way to forget you, too.
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Number Eleven: ...

"Stella?" I mumbled, gently shaking my Deerling. The other trainer looked at me, then the Pokemon, then he fled. "Wake up, Stella," I cried in denial. Sapphire put a vine on my shoulder since the little leaf stubs that served as hands were too short. Tears rapidly slid down my cheeks, dropping onto Stella's bright green summer coat. Stella's eyes remained closed, her whole body limp. Unmoving. I tried to pretend that her flanks were slowly rising and falling. I just couldn't face it.
My Stella.
My precious Pokemon had died.
And it was all my fault.
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Number tweleve: Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I dream about my funeral. In my dreams, it's just a coffin being lowered into the ground. Nobody is there. The coffin is tattered. It couldn't be that expensive. Sometimes I wonder if this is what my real funeral would be like. I asked someone once, but they thought I was joking. They laughed and said that I was funny. I still have that dream today.
And sometimes I wonder if I should kill myself to see what it would be like. Not a big loss, right? It's not like I have anything to live for.
But I don't really want to die in this filthy society.

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Number thirteen: Glittering Stars

"Haha, they don't call me that any more!"
"Really? Have you given up your Clan name because you were too much of a coward to wear it?"
"No, no, quite the contrary. You see, my friend, I simply had a change of heart, a change of name. Perhaps I am smiled upon by Starclan, becuase now they call me Rubystar."

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Number fourteen: Discord

"Skystar!" The medicine cat yowled, rushing from her den in a frenzy. She stopped by the new leader, panting, a wild look in her amber eyes.
"Skystar, I had a vision! The stars themselves being torn apart by fiery claws like a skinned mouse pelt, a dark face with glowing eyes intruding our world and plucking out the cats one by one..Time itself slowing to a drizzle..." She collapsed to the ground in a fit of hysteria.

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Number Fifteen: What it feels like

Icy tendrils of fear wrapped around my body-I could feel them lacing through my viens. I stared into her blue eyes. The hungry, blood-thirsting orbs that would definatly be my demise. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed, staring death in its white-furred face. Suddenly I could move again as I saw the slight quivering of a leg. I was running at full speed, my paws pounding against the ground. But I was too late. She landed on my back-a crushing weight that made me gasp for air. I felt teeth sink into my neck and the world went black.

Featherpaw padded away with a mouse hanging from her jaws.

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Number Sixteen: In the Shadows

We hide in the shadows, watching. Our actions go unnoticed; we do not contribute, we are not looked up to. We are not remembered. We slip deeper into the darkness, every moment our names uttered less. Be the mother of a murderer or the sister of success, we are overlooked by the others. A failed creation, uninteresting to the ones that use us like pawns in their chess games. Our deaths are swift. Without a tear we slip into the ether, accepting our fate. We will never be as important as the others. Our legacy will never be remembered by our descendents. Our suffering is not noted.
Afterall, every story has minor characters.

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I needed a place to put my bios for new Frostclan. Reserve spot, activate!
Character Name: Stonepaw(Claw)

Character Age: Around 6 moons

Gender: Male

Alliance: Frostclan

Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Stonepaw is still small, but his shoulders are broad, promising that when he grows he will be a well-muscled tom. He has short, dense stone-gray fur and white socks on all of his legs. His nose is bright and pink, and his whiskers are shorter than average. He has glittering emerald-green eyes, always seeming to sparkle when he's happy and grow to a duller and drabber shade when negative emotion overcome him. His tail is long and rarely touches the ground.

Personality: Stonepaw somewhat contradicts himself. Usually, he is humorous and playful. He enjoys to make other cats smile. As he ages, however, he often slips into spells of what seems to be anger or despair. During these he is gruff and distant, harsh with his words. This attitude seems to be melding somewhat with his normal personality, personality, making him awkward to be around.
---Likes (at least 3): Trees, rabbits(the taste of them), budding new-leaf flowers, victory
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Dogs, other Clans, snow, dirt in his claws, bitter herbs
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Keen sight, sure-footed, rather powerful
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Doesn't know when the shut his mouth, easily agitated and taken advantage of, let's his grief consume him, socially awkward

History: Stonepaw's story is well-known among the Clan. He was a happy kit, the middle-aged of litter of three by a matter of minutes. Around the age of five moons, him and his siblings and parents took a stroll through the forest only to be attacked by a vicious dog; a giant Doberman owned by the twolegs. He and Moonkit were able to scuttle up a tree in panic, but his parents of elder brother, Moonlit, were torn to shreds. Up they stayed in the tree for what seemed like hours, until a search patrol heard them melding in distress. In the following moon, Stonekit changed. When the initial shock and grief washed over, he began to sink within himself.

I added a few things. A little sad Rubypaw, and an insane Stoneclaw.

Random insight from an old cat.

Ooo who's da ol' cat?!

And Stoneclaw is beginning to make my skin crawl......He's talking bout Petal, isn't he?

How'd you guess? Course he is!

That old cat? I haven't come up with a solid name for him yet. I'm a little torn between the names Drip, Viel, and Ghostly.

Well, he reminds me of a creepy, slick Cherry Trying to trick kitties

And DUH!!! It was so obvious that he was talking about Petalmist....and the Queen wouldn't allow her to be killed Those two are buds.

I wouldn't put it past the queen to kill her friend if she gets a lovely reward :3

He reminded me of Cherry too.

What does she get?!?!?!!? O.O

That's for me to know and Petalmist's dead body to stare lifelessly at.

Well, not to burst your bubble, but Petalmist dies during a random raid of rogues led by the Band....along with Shineeye's poor future kits.

Who says an ally cat didnt join that raid...
XD I was just kidding. The prize for the queen is Mossclan. Yepperz. Stoneclaw had been meeting with Rivermist, learning the secrets of his rival clan. He then fed those secrets to the rogue queen, hoping for a chance at revenge against the creamy she-cat that chewed up his heart and spit it out like a bad mouse. She never really did love him, did she?

But you know, these aren't real.

She might have loved the thought that she was finally back in her true home after she disappeared as a young warrior and she aimed that love at the first cat she saw. But after he second return, she learned from the Queen that love is a weakness and should only be saved for the most important things to a queen, her kits. And she also remembered her youthful crush on Pheonixtalon and she realized that if she was to take a mate to truly love, it could only be him.

Added some more. I like the last one~

I like it too.....poor Stoneclaw and his false dying fantasies.

I was digging through my drawers and I found a sheet of paper where I'd written some quick things.
So I decided to post them here.

Added something based on my theory of when cats are forgotten.

Holy shit that was awesome.

Well then.

I agree

Had to write out a Pokemon dying. Just had to.

Sometimes I wonder if that Hunger Games RP is seriously getting to me. Written about a certain charrie.

I was bored so I wrote shit. Last one is an exert from Moonclan.

Ever wonder what prey feels like?

Actually yes. Yes I have XD

Probably like "This food tastes-"