by iRabid Coffee » Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:08 pm
Splatterpelt gasped as she revealed the underlying wounds that had been covered by the apprentice's blood soaked pelt. She shook her head, the apprentice didn't seem to be breathing and Splatterpelt could be too late. She quickly scaled the tree and grabbed cobwebs, marigold, wheat grass, stiff needles, and stiff leaves. She rushed back down the tree and slipped down the last branch letting pain shoot up through her paws. Splatterpelt rubbed the marigold in all the wounds and shook her head. She muttered and shook her head. "Mouse dung." she forgot to grab some honey from the tree.
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
Mummified my teenage dreams
No, nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong,
The stories are off
Heavy metal broke my heart