Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[F r o z e n.R a i n]

If you ask, nobody is going to say "No" because it would be rude.
Honestly sometimes I feel like telling someone "No don't continue!" just to be a troll.

Soe,times no one responds it makes me feel bad and give up writeing

Aw, you should never give up! I bet lots of people like your writing, they just feel awkward saying anything.

[Crows]

Running. Ever running. Running from destiny? No. running from the soldiers only footsteps behind. Too loud, too loud. Their voices rang out as they ran after the figure, which was slipping further, further away through the shadows. But still, they can’t give up. They want to find him. No! They need to find him. He has it. He stole it from them, they want-no, they need- it back.
The footsteps of the figure slow as the figure saw his end goal in site. He should have sped up; but speed can create sound. The figure can’t be found now. Not after what it had done. The figure had done it; you see. It had killed. And stolen. More stealing then killing, but all the soldiers saw was the kill.

And, of course, the stolen object.

Now the figure was ducking underneath a tree branch, and hoping over a log. It was where it needed to be. The item of importance rested in Its hands, warm to the touch, perfect, golden with a hint of silver running through it. Now the stolen object had to be given to the lady.

Nice lady, nice lady, I brought it for you. I stole it, I did. Stole it from the man. He was a nice man; I felt sorry for his lady. His lady seemed sad when I ran. Do sad people have water coming from their eyes? Do sad people make such noise? Are those soldiers sad? They made quite a lot of noise. But I didn’t. Does that mean I’m happy? What does happiness feel like?

The nice lady was almost too nice to the figure crouching, kneeling on the ground, offering up its stolen goods to the nice lady. The nice lady smiled, and her teeth where white. Too white. They seemed almost perfectly so. The guards didn’t have perfect white teeth. Maybe it was just the nice lady. The nice lady was perfect. The soldiers were not.

Now the nice lady was taking the object. Her eyes sparkled. They sparkled almost as bright as the stolen item. Of course, that wasn’t possible, though. The stolen item was even more perfect than the nice lady. The stolen item, it shined like the sun. no. It shined brighter than the sun.

Noise. Noise. Ever closer, ever louder. The figure turned, a smile on its crooked face. Nice lady will protect me from the bad men. Nice lady will protect me from the loud men. Loud, bad, tasty men. Loud, bad, tasty, sad men. Why are the men so sad? Is it because of the happy man? A giggle escaped the creatures throat, a twisted, grotesque sound that was foreign to it. happy man. Silly man.

Dead man.

The soldiers had found them now. They were forming a ring around the nice lady. A ring. Like a circle. Ring… Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies. The nice lady was making noise. The soldiers made noise. But the nice lady made a good noise. It sounded… not sad. Sad was the sad lady. Sad was the soldiers. She sounded… the opposite of sad. What was that silly word?

Happy?

The soldiers made even more noise as the nice lady’s words formed shapes. They were pretty shapes. Like… roses. Roses smelled nice. Oh, and that one looked sort of like a snake. Poisonous snake. Deadly snake.
The men all fell to the shapes. The shapes made the men fall down! Just like ring around the rosie. At least, thats how the figure thought the poem went. Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies. Ashes. Ashes. We all. Fall.

Down.

{ Just a little something that popped into my head. I felt like trying out a different writing style, and I'm pretty happy with the result. I hope you guys liked it c: }

[vixiebun]

Running. Ever running. Running from destiny? No. running from the soldiers only footsteps behind. Too loud, too loud. Their voices rang out as they ran after the figure, which was slipping further, further away through the shadows. But still, they can’t give up. They want to find him. No! They need to find him. He has it. He stole it from them, they want-no, they need- it back.
The footsteps of the figure slow as the figure saw his end goal in site. He should have sped up; but speed can create sound. The figure can’t be found now. Not after what it had done. The figure had done it; you see. It had killed. And stolen. More stealing then killing, but all the soldiers saw was the kill.

And, of course, the stolen object.

Now the figure was ducking underneath a tree branch, and hoping over a log. It was where it needed to be. The item of importance rested in Its hands, warm to the touch, perfect, golden with a hint of silver running through it. Now the stolen object had to be given to the lady.

Nice lady, nice lady, I brought it for you. I stole it, I did. Stole it from the man. He was a nice man; I felt sorry for his lady. His lady seemed sad when I ran. Do sad people have water coming from their eyes? Do sad people make such noise? Are those soldiers sad? They made quite a lot of noise. But I didn’t. Does that mean I’m happy? What does happiness feel like?

The nice lady was almost too nice to the figure crouching, kneeling on the ground, offering up its stolen goods to the nice lady. The nice lady smiled, and her teeth where white. Too white. They seemed almost perfectly so. The guards didn’t have perfect white teeth. Maybe it was just the nice lady. The nice lady was perfect. The soldiers were not.

Now the nice lady was taking the object. Her eyes sparkled. They sparkled almost as bright as the stolen item. Of course, that wasn’t possible, though. The stolen item was even more perfect than the nice lady. The stolen item, it shined like the sun. no. It shined brighter than the sun.

Noise. Noise. Ever closer, ever louder. The figure turned, a smile on its crooked face. Nice lady will protect me from the bad men. Nice lady will protect me from the loud men. Loud, bad, tasty men. Loud, bad, tasty, sad men. Why are the men so sad? Is it because of the happy man? A giggle escaped the creatures throat, a twisted, grotesque sound that was foreign to it. happy man. Silly man.

Dead man.

The soldiers had found them now. They were forming a ring around the nice lady. A ring. Like a circle. Ring… Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies. The nice lady was making noise. The soldiers made noise. But the nice lady made a good noise. It sounded… not sad. Sad was the sad lady. Sad was the soldiers. She sounded… the opposite of sad. What was that silly word?

Happy?

The soldiers made even more noise as the nice lady’s words formed shapes. They were pretty shapes. Like… roses. Roses smelled nice. Oh, and that one looked sort of like a snake. Poisonous snake. Deadly snake.
The men all fell to the shapes. The shapes made the men fall down! Just like ring around the rosie. At least, thats how the figure thought the poem went. Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies. Ashes. Ashes. We all. Fall.

Down.

{ Just a little something that popped into my head. I felt like trying out a different writing style, and I'm pretty happy with the result. I hope you guys liked it c: }

What does it mean

[Crows]

~removed for space c: ~

What does it mean

I prefer to leave the interpretation of the piece up to the reader. ^-^

[F r o z e n.R a i n]

Thanks X3

[demonthief.]

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[vixiebun]

No prob

just a dream or was it ?!



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just a dream &&

I dreamed of a women
Who part of her was floating but
She was very nice she was just
A dream she looked so real but
Alias she is just a dream Or is
She .....


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[Snowseph]

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Future [♀] & Air [♂]

Shimmer [♀] & Swag [♂]

I quickly tried to pull away from the car, but then the car just followed where I did. I quickly dialed 911 and I need them. Then it hit.

Hours later....
I woke up in white bed in the hospital. There was a tube hooked up to my arm, when I remembered Air. "AIR!!!!!" I screeched. I yanked the tube out of my arm and bashed against the door. I kept screaming for Air. Finally, the nurse came in. She brought me to Air's room. He laid there, peacefully, soundless. I sit in a chair with wooden framework, next to his bed. I stayed there until he awakened. He finally woke up ay midnight, saying on simple word. "I love you" Then the machine went off.
It Hurts Me More Than It Hurts You, I repeated in mind when it went off.

{Horrible ending. I have another story coming!}

[vixiebun]

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Future [♀] & Air [♂]

Shimmer [♀] & Swag [♂]

I quickly tried to pull away from the car, but then the car just followed where I did. I quickly dialed 911 and I need them. Then it hit.

Hours later....
I woke up in white bed in the hospital. There was a tube hooked up to my arm, when I remembered Air. "AIR!!!!!" I screeched. I yanked the tube out of my arm and bashed against the door. I kept screaming for Air. Finally, the nurse came in. She brought me to Air's room. He laid there, peacefully, soundless. I sit in a chair with wooden framework, next to his bed. I stayed there until he awakened. He finally woke up ay midnight, saying on simple word. "I love you" Then the machine went off.
It Hurts Me More Than It Hurts You, I repeated in mind when it went off.

{Horrible ending. I have another story coming!}

Waaaa poor air i feel so sorry for shimmer and future

[Squishy Fishy]

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Sandstorm


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Firestar

The old ginger she-cat curled up in her nest, sighing.
Remembering. The thing that hurts more than aching bones,
illness, or hunger put together. Remembering him.
"Firestar.." she murmured. Her beloved mate had died many moons ago. now Sandstorm was an elder,
and the oldest cat in the clan.
Sandstorm felt the pain claw at her heart. Sighing again, she laid her
pale ginger head down and slept.

Light. When Sandstorm opened her eyes, there was light.
A shimmering spark was coming towards her. It glowed Light fire
in the strong moonlight. The shimmer got closer, and Sandstorm gasped as she saw it was a cat.
But not just any cat. "Firestar! My beloved!" She yowled and raced to him.
The loving mates nuzzled each other, and Firestar fixed his green gaze on her.
What passed in his gaze was all the secrets of the stars, wisdom beyond belief, and
pure love. "It is time" was all the flame colored tom cat said, as he and Sandstorm padded off into the glittering stars.


Just a warriors fanfic of when Sandstorm gets old and dies.
This is how I imagined it, since it didn't happen in the series.