Life isn't about waiting till the story's over,
it's about learning how to d a n c e i n t h e r a i n .
S e r e n e s t a r licked her paw, bright green eyes narrowed. Her long, feathery tail lashed through the air in deep annoyance.
Maplewhisker! she called, her voice echoing through the humid air.
When the day has come,
That I've lost my way around,
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground,
When the sky turns grey,
And everything is screaming,
I will reach inside,
Just to find me heart is beating!
S l a t e p a w enjoyed the rain running down his slick coat. His grey pelt appeared black, and the stripe took after a light grey. His long tail dragged across the ground, dark blue eyes dull, reflecting the depressing weather. He, unlike others, did not make an attempt to dry himself out. He let his short fur soak itself in the rain.