Post by Sydney on Mar 14, 2010 0:50:01 GMT -6
OOC;;; Sydney has decided this is where she's going to keep all the short stories/drabbles/one-shots/etc she writes about her cats and stuff. 8U
Inspiration hit, what can I say.
Once upon a time, there lived a strange little tom named Ospreyfang.
Loud, jumpy, this tom always took to the back and tended to be ignored by most other cats.
He lived every day in one corner of his camp, muttering and talking to himself, living a sad lonely life.
But, if you would believe me, I can tell you, Ospreyfang was normal once.
And during these days, he was truly happy.
Of course, he can't remember that time in his life very well but, he does remember what made him happy.
He does remember her.
She was white, like the clouds, with little patches of orange, black, and every shade in-between pressed on her fur. And her eyes, oh her eyes, they were as golden as the sun, so much more pretty then his own milky eyes.
She was as beautiful as both the sun and the moon, he can remember that clearly.
Even if he can't remember other things very clearly, he can always recall her.
Spottedflower.
She was going to have his kits, he can remember.
Tawnykit if they had a girl and Smokekit if they had a boy, he can remember.
Oh, he can remember...
”Ospreyfang, we're going to have kits!”
And when he does, sometimes its the only time his paranoia of death ever falls away.
”I love you, Ospreyfang, so very very much.”
Sometimes, when he remembers, he wishes StarClan will just finally take him, instead of leaving him to wonder when they will strike.
To wonder who they'll take next.
”I'm dying, Ospreyfang.”
To wonder which loved one will leave him next.
”I love you Ospreyfang, I still do.”
Once upon a time there lived a little tom named Ospreyfang.
He was loud, jumpy and very strange.
And Lonely.
FIN
Inspiration hit, what can I say.
Once Upon a Time...
a story about ospreyfang
a story about ospreyfang
Once upon a time, there lived a strange little tom named Ospreyfang.
Loud, jumpy, this tom always took to the back and tended to be ignored by most other cats.
He lived every day in one corner of his camp, muttering and talking to himself, living a sad lonely life.
But, if you would believe me, I can tell you, Ospreyfang was normal once.
And during these days, he was truly happy.
Of course, he can't remember that time in his life very well but, he does remember what made him happy.
He does remember her.
She was white, like the clouds, with little patches of orange, black, and every shade in-between pressed on her fur. And her eyes, oh her eyes, they were as golden as the sun, so much more pretty then his own milky eyes.
She was as beautiful as both the sun and the moon, he can remember that clearly.
Even if he can't remember other things very clearly, he can always recall her.
Spottedflower.
She was going to have his kits, he can remember.
Tawnykit if they had a girl and Smokekit if they had a boy, he can remember.
Oh, he can remember...
”Ospreyfang, we're going to have kits!”
And when he does, sometimes its the only time his paranoia of death ever falls away.
”I love you, Ospreyfang, so very very much.”
Sometimes, when he remembers, he wishes StarClan will just finally take him, instead of leaving him to wonder when they will strike.
To wonder who they'll take next.
”I'm dying, Ospreyfang.”
To wonder which loved one will leave him next.
”I love you Ospreyfang, I still do.”
Once upon a time there lived a little tom named Ospreyfang.
He was loud, jumpy and very strange.
And Lonely.
FIN