LionfrostWarrior

 It’s sunset, so I guess I can get by without this sunhat anymore. I pull it off and put it on the ground beside me. The oranges and reds and purples of the sky all mesh together into a shining glow with pink around the edges, which I try not to focus on. Glob, was yesterday even real? Did anything actually happen, or was I tripping out or something? It’s not uncommon; sometimes I have absolutely nothing to do, so I just imagine the entire day with the help of a little magic that I steal from the wizards and a bottle of Nightoshere-liquor. Head tilted back, I stare at the sky. No, yesterday was real, I’m sure of it. I allow

It's about six in the morning, and I'm resting in a lion's den, waiting for my flesh to be torn. I've been in here for about a year now. Occasionally they let me leave with only a growl, sometimes it's full-on roars. But I have to leave sometimes, no matter what the risk. I have to take care of Orrin. Orrin is my son. He means everything to me. Well…almost everything. He is beauty at its highest standard. Eyes the color of the sea, like his father's. He is his father, except smaller and more helpless. Like me. Helpless. But I am no one-year-old boy. I manage to escape from the lions today. It has taken a while, much longer than it

I've never been a soft one, I always took revenge When I needed it And when I didn't. It never mattered whom. All had wronged me In one way Or another. There was the thief, The disloyal one, The ones that followed after. Then the crooked one. He was as good as dead For he betrayed The trust of our forest. He would have He should have been One of us But now it has all shattered In the eyes of the willow The oak The rain The shell The bright one The hail The minnow The second willow The brambles All had steered him away. And now I take my revenge Alongside the strong ones The hawk The broken one The dark one Th

Darkness. That was all. I gently ducked my head below a thick branch that rose above my head. This was my time. I couldn't afford to have twigs in my hair. He would be there, I was sure. He had summoned me-me! to speak to him about our newest battle plans-or rather, to come up with them. He was calling the Death Eaters separately, one by one, to review the plans and make sure that we did not cower or sway beneath them-or his rule. I would have no trouble with this. He knew that I was the most loyal, the most faithful of them all. He would never desert this…unless I absolutely blew this one chance. The very thought made me, the all-power

Crookedstar felt tears beginning to well in his eyes. It couldn't be. She couldn't be gone, just like that. It was impossible. He gently touched his nose to Willowbreeze's still pelt, feeling the last remnant of warmth sucked from it. The two dead kits lay listless by her side. Silverkit, the lone survivor, was curled with Sunfish in the medicine den, drinking what little milk the queen had. Soon the Clan would gather for the vigil, paying their respects to Crookedstar's beloved. The one whom he had lived for. But now it was just Crookedstar, lying on the floor of the nursery. He buried his head in his lover's fur and let out a pathetic, lon