Ferechan's Poetry and Story Corner

[blue neighbourhood]

oh
well dayum you're good lmao

[dudevinci]

i s2g i was forced to choose it for my third language

i hate it wiTH A BURNING RED HOT FIERY PASSION THAT CANNOT BE DESCRIBED IN WORDS

IT'S ALSO VERY VERY VERY HARD

four years
four effin years

FOUR YEARS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD
i've been forced to learn thIS LANGUAGE GRRRRR

[blue neighbourhood]

OH
I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU

FORCED TO DO FRENCH BUT IT'S EASY-ISH
je naime pas la foot :^))

it means i don't like football :'D

[dudevinci]

arabic aint fun
and it aint eaSY EITHER

IM BARELY PASSING IN IT UGH

oh



do you tho

[blue neighbourhood]

sLAPS UR ARABIC

yeah well
i used to like football
but then i hurt mself once and i hated it after
(:

[dudevinci]

tbh sports
just
ew



i relate to JonTron on a spiritual level on that subject
whenever he even sees the word he goes
"ECH NO ECCH NOOOO EUUUUGHHHH SPPOOOOOOORRTTTSSS"

yeh

[blue neighbourhood]

YEAH LMAO
i mena
i dont mind the odd one or two
because i do some whoops

but yeah same imlike
"UUUUUUGHHHH NOOOOOO EUUUUGHHHHHHHH SPOOOOOOOOOOORTSSSS"

[blue neighbourhood]

A Day in the Life of the Kits
by fere-chan :^)

Huddled up in a cave so small,
Cosy, sleepy, precious, them all.
The three little additions to the Clan so sweet,
"Filled with joy!" a small bird seems to tweet.

Slowly, their eyes start to open,
With everyone wondering how their mum is coping!
They bounce and play and bounce some more,
Before finishing the day with their quiet snores.

The little squeals die down to little moans,
The little cats resting their little bones.
Curling up beside their long-furred mother,
Brother upon sister, sister upon brother.

Eventually they close their weary eyes,
Dreaming of the cats in the skies.
Their soft little paws twitch in their sleep,
Just in time for the dawn to creep.

[blue neighbourhood]

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[ littlekit ] - [ 5 moons ] - [ in the nursery ] - [tags; tagged ]
Ｉ ＡＭ ＮＯＴ ＧＩＶＩＮＧ ＵＰ!

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indentlittlekit woke up to a soft, furry snake on his nose. he sighed, then sneezed, and stood up, and whispered, "owlkit! you've got to stop sleeping with your tail out. honestly!" he laughed softly to himself, sitting down at the wall of the nursery. the five moon old kit started grooming his fur, his tongue lapping up and down his cinnamon back, then down his chest, then delicately on his forepaws. he looked at his small family - his mother, dovestep, his brother, owlkit, and sister, ivykit - sleeping soundly, but probably not for long. despite him being the runt of the litter, he was always awake first, clumsily stepping on twigs and making loud noises. of course, he didn't mean to, it just... happened.
indentlittlekit smiled to himself, listening to the trees above him sway gently in the wind. it was his favorite sound; it was so calming and relaxing. it reminded him of his mother's tales of going out hunting, and going out into battle... one day, i'll be littlestar, leader of iceclan! one of my siblings would be deputy, and mother will be the most respected elder ever, he told himself wistfully. one day that will happen.

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[ oakwhisker ] [ 36 moons ] [ in the medicine den] [ tags; tagged ]
ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｓｔ ｐｏｗｅｒｆｕｌ ｓｃｒｅａｍ

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indentoakwhisker opened one eye to sunlight beaming on his face, again. he had been up for hours, unable to fall asleep. the wise, young medicine cat had put off from taking some sleeping herbs, as he knew they were vital in the cold seasons. thinking of the weather, oakwhisker poked his head out of the medicine den, feeling a chilly wind blow through his fur. he shivered softly, completely forgetting what the cold felt like. he whipped back in, fluffing out his bushy, chocolate fur. he glanced at his apprentice, ashpaw, sleeping soundly beside him, his chest rising and descending softly.
indentcareful not to wake him, he padded towards the herb stores, wanting to make sure they had enough catmint - just to be sure. leaf-fall brings leafbare; leafbare brings cold weather, cold weather brings greencough. that was what his mentor, quailfeather, had told him, and he had always recited it each leaf-fall and leafbare. this was his first year without quailfeather, which was hard. his mentor had been a grouchy old tom, but was affectionate and caring at heart, and would sacrifice anything for his clan. he had had a mysterious lump in his belly, and without telling oakwhisker, he knew he wouldn't make it. he wouldn't dare tell his apprentice that, not until when it was nearing his last days. quailfeather told oakwhisker to stop looking after him, and to leave him be, for he could see starclan waiting for him. peacefully, he died in his sleep, with oakwhisker right beside him.
indentshaking out his fur, oakwhisker cleared the thoughts of his mentor. yes, he died, but he taught me everything i needed to know. all the safe and dangerous herbs, what to do for queens and greencough... i'll be fine. he headed outside and sat beside the medicine cave, looking out for any cat to have a conversation with. one fact about oakwhisker; he was very sociable. despite him being a little shy and awkward, there was nothing else better than having a quick gossip to someone, which was something he didn't get to do much with quailfeather. it was one of his biggest regrets, since they were very close, but they just didn't have time. when quailfeather was alive, they had their leader and deputy's death, so they didn't get much time alone. however, with ashpaw, oakwhisker feels as if they could talk about anything and everything, without having to stop too much for work.

[blue neighbourhood]

➹x

the four boys, the four smiles
different tastes, different styles
each one talented in their own way;
making us happy every single day
but one of all stood out to me
who seemed so happy, gentle, free
always laughing without a moan,
young and handsome - very well known
but it's amazing what a smile can hide
no matter how big, small or wide
little did we know about this man's tears,
whether it was sadness, worry, or his fears
but we were too slow to see
his silent desperate pleas
begging for understanding, forgiveness or hope
and because of that, he couldn't cope
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let this be a lesson to us all,
more people love you - the number isn't small
you'll be greatly missed if you go
listen to me, it's such a painful blow