Warrior Cats

See no light, haunted by dark, See no dark, followed by light...
See the glass half-full, or half-empty, but try to see what others do not...
Like an optical illusion, one person sees it one way, as for the other can see the oppisite, only one who can see both is when they too have suffered every same small detail from each story...
The more you watch the evil and depression the more you appreciate the goods in life...
If you look at a starving kid in a 3rd-world country, and not feel glad for what you've got, look and think again...
~~ Good morals I live by, I find useful at times, maybe they'll help you!!~~

"Run, run, whisper, young kit, come to the stars, moons and souls, drink in the heart, and forever live as a legend..." Starclan and ancient cats of a starry past, whisper in newly-made apprentice's sleeping ear. They take breathes, chest rising, falling, rising, falling, softly in a rythem. They live in a day dreamed land, then slowly awaken all at midnight, moonhigh. They secretly leave, letting stars guide their paws they appear into a cave, with a black swirling pool. Stars glittered so peacfully cats slowly moving amonst them. Lightning zaps, scarring these small things and they swirl into a vision, the longer they watched it, the more the black starry pool ran all over with red. Drip-Drop, blood drips slowly, quickening like a wound in the cave ceiling.
In their eyes, great beasts and horror attack all they know and love, the young cats screamed in terror, flipped out, but their gaze was in a solid trap. As roar of water rushed in their ears laping softly. They don't notice the water over flooding the area, for they are drowning in the vision. Some giant, red scapes them, they feel the pain and bleed like it was real, the dreamworld was lost, and overcoming nightmare swept the lands. The water hits the nose and they awake in pain. Their blood they can feel gushing from their sides, sides weakening them, they don't realize the water was actually blood, and they where drowning. They fall limp and plunge under swallowed by the whirlpool, blood draining as they leave...
A scream split the silence like lightning splits a cloud free night. An apprentice awakes in horror, matted with dry blood making her almost a solid stoned, crusted so tight. The others awake in terror, seeing fur and stale bloodspill intfront, annd a burned down forest. They break free and some waveclan cats fish in the creek nearby. These cats are stuck to the soul and bone. Their home, their loves, their life killed, but why? As cats of stars, and lost loved ones talk into their ears the cats stare at each other "Run," they all say at once. "Run, until, you have no paws, fly until you have no soul, dream until you have no fears, and whispers like stars of life..."
The cats, without question, run, sprinting like cheetahs, speed and power corsing through their veins, they felt as though they've gain 8 lives, full health and knowledge of the smartest medicine cat ever existing. These cats run, but slow down, they lose the strength, and hold onto dear life with one claw. They limped and sickness slowed them down. Half the cats died of, and 3 years dragged by. The survivors lay on a clift, one leaps high on the edge, and fall, her soul colored pelt. "Stars and Moons, the star gives birth, to my, dear oh dear, 8 sacred ones, forever blood verses the soul!" The good cats saw her sprout wings and fly like and eagle, the cats that see bad, saw her blood explode, and heard a crakle of bones and gurgle of blood.
Soulstar, they called that 'wicked' cat whom gave her life, for was she truley right or was she crazy? Remember the sayings for again, as you live the world, unravle the secret to the hope, to the heart and most of all, truth!
"Run, run, whisper, young kit, come to the stars, moons and souls, drink in the heart, and forever live as a legend..." -
- "Run, until, you have no paws, fly until you have no soul, dream until you have no fears, and whispers like stars of life..." -
- "Stars and Moons, the star gives birth, to my, dear oh dear, 8 sacred ones, forever blood verses the soul!"

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The silver stars shines perfectly. A nice mix of black and blue washes the sky. Dots of sparkles glitter it, and the moon, a giant silver disc on it all. Your paws slowly trekk on a path of stars. The whispers surrounding you soothes your soul, your fur ruffles in the soft breeze. You see the cats by you, cats of stars. A purely ice-cold lake you touch with your nose. You look into your reflection, surrounded by too many cats to possibly count. Their yowl and purrs ring out. Tonight you are no longer a Cat, but a Warrior Cat. Join their great ranks...or live life so bland and simple, or suffering in harsher lands...

© Kizzy Kat 2008

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