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Story...Raindrops scurried down from the sky, pooling in lakes on the tarmac before sliding down the steps and slipping over the sandbanks, reaching for the sea. On days like this in flood season, the whole scenery was a battle, the grey that covered water and sky fighting to swamp the misty vestiges of city and buildings, and from how it looked, winning.
The grey shrugged and shoved her sandwich back into her bag, deciding it was too soggy now for even her to eat.
It was a shame, really, and a bad one, too. When you were the weather, embodied as a living being, you kind of wanted to be able to control the weather, not have the rain slide cold down your back on a Monday just like all the rest of the tide of people that washed across the bed of shops and offices, tugging along bags that swung in front of them, behind them, at the side and in her opinion, bags were important enough.
The weather on Abington Stride stole bags. Sure, she tried to give them back most of the time, but after a
HG FanficIt's a beautiful day.
The sort of day when we'd be at Opal's, crowding over her TV as Victory Marshwater leant forward, blonde hair trailing almost to the ground, and flicked through the channels, searching for something on Laureth; the sort of day when Silver would slam her glass down on the floor and walk out, muttering something about Victory's obsession with her brother, only to come back in a minute later because even Silver knows that it's not Victory's choice to have be the sister of a Victor, however much she acts like it half the time. It's the sort of day when we'd all turn up to Training just to mess about in the lake, Victory flirting hopelessly with Copper, and I'd just sit back and gaze at the sky, at the way the yellow sun burst onto the blue, until Cayenne waved her hand in my face to tell me finally that we'd been kicked out for the day.
That is, it would be if it wasn't the reaping.
Instead, I'm running, scrambling up and slipping down through the sandy paths to the S
Short Story - Warrior CatsMarlyth looked up for the first time in what seemed like years, a curtain of dirty fur that may once have been ginger hanging over her eyes, blocking out half her vision. Her legs ached, and in the darkness, nothing to see, there was nothing to do but go on. A thin, ragged stray, crawling through pipes.
Somewhere before this, she had worried about a fox attacking.
Down here, she would be lucky to be fox food.
Sighing, she walked until the floor felt at least a little dry beneath her paws, and sat down. She could cry now, if she wanted to, but nothing came. No courageousness to explore new territory, no wishes for her old, safe kittypet life. Not even memories, let alone regrets. Just cold, blank exhaustion. But there could be any cats in here, and she was afraid even more now that she was this weakened. Standing up on shaking legs, she forced herself on.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel.
She could see it, or perhaps it was just her tired eyes beginning to hallucinate. Or perh
Story Start (Again)It didn't even look like her, to begin with.
The first time she had a clue, any clue, to what was happening was on a day when the air was cold and still, as if the world was too on edge to think of anything better. The clouds spun in the sky, dizzy with anticipation, and the still, still trees leaned upward to get a better look at what might come.
And she saw it.
Looking up, tilting her head back to see the burning colours of the sky as it spiralled from sundown orange to the deep, velvet purple of night, happy and distracted, her safety ended as she heard the footsteps. The girl turned, looking back down.
Something was wrong.
Peering into the fading light, she took a cautious step forward, the still air seeming to suffocate her now, the iced humidity searching everything, bringing the word into a cold sweat. In this light, this stage of dusk, everything seemed a threat. Even the dust in the silvery pools under the streetlamps seemed like an alien mist rising from the ground.
Warriors Fanfic StartRaindrops.
Sunlight fell in shafts onto her face, pooling like honey on the floor. Eyes opening just a little, then a lot, the thin she-cat rolled off the table, and fell.
The roof was leaking again.
Story ThingyyyBlack shadows; ashen sky. Waves lapping at my side, staining my jeans a soggy grey. Threadbare old trees, reaching tentatively up; cliffs hanging like mourning lace, cold and black and forlorn.
I missed the sea.
We move around I know that enough. But still, when the sea's been the one thing constant in your life, four months away from it seems a long time. It's good to be back.
I guess I'm grateful. I'm back at the sea, and this is a nicer place than most, a sweet little seaside town with a normal school and everything. Of course, it isn't as if anyone's going to talk to me at that school, but in a way I don't blame them. When you're told that the new kid's the sort that hears voices, you kind of want to stay away.
It's getting cold now.
I unfold my arms, let my hands skim the waves one last time before I back away. I did say I was getting home soon, anyways.
The beach is small - officially, there are two beaches in this town, big and sunny and always open for the few tourists t
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