BUMBLESTRIPE PTV
Bumblestripe padded into his yungib and looked around for Dovewing, then he remembered she was out hunting around for us. All of his instincts told him to go and find her and hunt with her. Be her warmth on the leaf-fall night.
Then he got up and did so, he raced all around the territory looking for Dovewing but there was no sign.
Then he looked up at the moon and remembered she might be at the island. He raced over to the island and stepped onto the branch.
He looked up at the moon and saw the Great Oak. There were two Pusa at the tuktok of the Great Oak. They were sharing tongues and purring.
Bumblestripe looked down at the shadow and tried to make out who they were.
Then he stepped foward and realized it was Tigerheart and another she-cat. He couldn't see. The moonlight was shining on Tigerheart and he was blocking it from the she-cat.
"Tigerheart!" Bumblestripe called out to the tom.
Tigerheart looked down startled and turned to Bumblestripe.
The mystey she-cat and him whispered to each other for a moment and Tigerheart began talking.
"Hey, Bumblestripe." Tigerheart meowed.
"Who's the she-cat?" Bumblestripe asked, squinting.
"Dawnpelt." Tigerheart replied.
"Oh, okay. Have you seen Dovewing?" Bumblestripe asked him looking at the she-cat and thinking it looked madami like Ivypool or - Dovewing! The moonlight shone on the she-cat as Tigerheart got up and streched.
"Nope -haven't-" TIgerheart began.
"Dovewing? No!" Bumblestripe hissed and turned around and ran away from the pag-ibig of his life.
Tigerheart had taken her, they were sharing tongues!
DOVEWING PVO [i]
"Bumblestripe?" Dovewing called, "Is that you?"
"Yes, he saw you with me. He turned around and ran away." Tigerheart growled. "So that was Bumblestripe - your so called mate!" Tigerheart growled louder.
"No!" Dovewing meowed, helplessly. "I pag-ibig YOU!" Dovewing meowed pushing her snout into his fur.
"Juts lie down, I belive you. I mean you don't seem worried about that tom." Tigerheart hushed.
"Thank-you, Tigerheart." Dovewing purred.
She lay down in the moonlight purring, she felt Tigerheart's tongue rasp over her ear comfortingly and she closed her eyes happiness overcoming her as she fell into a deep sleep.
TIGERHEART PVO
Once Dovewing had fallen asleep Tigerheart leaped out of the nest and went down the puno toward the ground. He went around and caught tons of prey so Dovewing had an excuse and he carved a letter on the puno with his claw saying:
DOVEWING!
THAT WAS THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE,
MEET U 2MORO NIGHT AT THE USUAL SPOT.
TIGERHEART '
He left the prey there and took to ardilya and trus away back to his camp, as the sun came up....
Bumblestripe padded into his yungib and looked around for Dovewing, then he remembered she was out hunting around for us. All of his instincts told him to go and find her and hunt with her. Be her warmth on the leaf-fall night.
Then he got up and did so, he raced all around the territory looking for Dovewing but there was no sign.
Then he looked up at the moon and remembered she might be at the island. He raced over to the island and stepped onto the branch.
He looked up at the moon and saw the Great Oak. There were two Pusa at the tuktok of the Great Oak. They were sharing tongues and purring.
Bumblestripe looked down at the shadow and tried to make out who they were.
Then he stepped foward and realized it was Tigerheart and another she-cat. He couldn't see. The moonlight was shining on Tigerheart and he was blocking it from the she-cat.
"Tigerheart!" Bumblestripe called out to the tom.
Tigerheart looked down startled and turned to Bumblestripe.
The mystey she-cat and him whispered to each other for a moment and Tigerheart began talking.
"Hey, Bumblestripe." Tigerheart meowed.
"Who's the she-cat?" Bumblestripe asked, squinting.
"Dawnpelt." Tigerheart replied.
"Oh, okay. Have you seen Dovewing?" Bumblestripe asked him looking at the she-cat and thinking it looked madami like Ivypool or - Dovewing! The moonlight shone on the she-cat as Tigerheart got up and streched.
"Nope -haven't-" TIgerheart began.
"Dovewing? No!" Bumblestripe hissed and turned around and ran away from the pag-ibig of his life.
Tigerheart had taken her, they were sharing tongues!
DOVEWING PVO [i]
"Bumblestripe?" Dovewing called, "Is that you?"
"Yes, he saw you with me. He turned around and ran away." Tigerheart growled. "So that was Bumblestripe - your so called mate!" Tigerheart growled louder.
"No!" Dovewing meowed, helplessly. "I pag-ibig YOU!" Dovewing meowed pushing her snout into his fur.
"Juts lie down, I belive you. I mean you don't seem worried about that tom." Tigerheart hushed.
"Thank-you, Tigerheart." Dovewing purred.
She lay down in the moonlight purring, she felt Tigerheart's tongue rasp over her ear comfortingly and she closed her eyes happiness overcoming her as she fell into a deep sleep.
TIGERHEART PVO
Once Dovewing had fallen asleep Tigerheart leaped out of the nest and went down the puno toward the ground. He went around and caught tons of prey so Dovewing had an excuse and he carved a letter on the puno with his claw saying:
DOVEWING!
THAT WAS THE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE,
MEET U 2MORO NIGHT AT THE USUAL SPOT.
TIGERHEART '
He left the prey there and took to ardilya and trus away back to his camp, as the sun came up....
DOVEWING PVO
Tigerheart and Dovewing had finished playing around and were lying in the Great Oak together.
Dovewing was breathing in Tigerheart's soft muscular scent and playing with his tail gently. He was sharing tongues with her and talking about each other's life together.
Dovewing was content to be there with him, it had been ages and there were no other Pusa here, no Bumblestripe, no jealousy. No Ivypool and Toadstep, Cinderheart and Liomblaze and everybody telling her to get a mate, like Bumblestripe.
She was there with who she loved and who she cared about most.
TIgerheart began talking to her slowly, calmly, contently.
"Dovewing, I pag-ibig you madami than ever!" He purred.
"I pag-ibig you too, Tigerheart." Dovewing murmured.
She crouched down and started to lick his smooth balahibo and he played around.
"Tigerheart..." Dovewing began.
"Yeah?" Tigerheart asked.
"Will you ilipat to ThunderClan?" She asked.
Tigerheart and Dovewing had finished playing around and were lying in the Great Oak together.
Dovewing was breathing in Tigerheart's soft muscular scent and playing with his tail gently. He was sharing tongues with her and talking about each other's life together.
Dovewing was content to be there with him, it had been ages and there were no other Pusa here, no Bumblestripe, no jealousy. No Ivypool and Toadstep, Cinderheart and Liomblaze and everybody telling her to get a mate, like Bumblestripe.
She was there with who she loved and who she cared about most.
TIgerheart began talking to her slowly, calmly, contently.
"Dovewing, I pag-ibig you madami than ever!" He purred.
"I pag-ibig you too, Tigerheart." Dovewing murmured.
She crouched down and started to lick his smooth balahibo and he played around.
"Tigerheart..." Dovewing began.
"Yeah?" Tigerheart asked.
"Will you ilipat to ThunderClan?" She asked.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six taon old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter pagganap strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled sa pamamagitan ng something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six taon old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter pagganap strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the mesa for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled sa pamamagitan ng something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police tanong us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the serbesa since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot madami nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the serbesa since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot madami nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
you don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Nawawala fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and you don’t care anymore,
but you do,
you still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the araw of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing you
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
