by FoodIsYummy » Mon May 17, 2010 5:40 am
Firepaw slipped out of the apprentice's den. He looked around camp and saw a cat guarding the exit. Mouse dung! he thought, and ran out the dirtplace tunnel. In the forest, he ran until her was at the RiverClan border. Cinderpaw... he thought of the beautiful, sweet, grey she-cat. If only you were ThunderClan. I can't take not seeing you. he thought. Please come Cinderpaw. Come here. Now. Please.
I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned
Sorry if I'm not on as often as I used to be.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.