Post by lullabypaw on Aug 6, 2012 13:47:59 GMT -5
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ain't it funny, little honey,
how we all quit before we try
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[style=text-transform:lowercase]Lullabypaw felt the rush of the dew-dripped grass at her paws, cool and refreshing; regenerating. She whispered a soft tune to herself as she went along. " if you lay down and die, " more whispering to herself. It was soft and silent, but she liked it. It could be one of her only friends if it wanted to;; the sound. The music of her whisper tickled her ears. " i will fly up to heaven and bring you back down, " Ah, little whispered and shadows;; her friends. They hid nothing from her and they followed her around. Lullabypaw slowed as the grass eventually faded into stone and moss with small drips of dew laced upon them. The sun has not really risen quite yet. The sky was still a gloomy gray. Perhaps today it would rain? " no one will cry, " funny how she was whispering about crying over a death, and how tears would fall. Oh, Lullabypaw loved irony - - all of it! The irony of life, of how even death brought life.... endless cycles. " we'll save those tears for tomorrow... "
That was when the first cold, exciting little droplet bounced onto her coal black nose and fell to the moss below. She looked down at the ground before several more droplet of rain soaked into the fur on her nape. Shivers and chills ran down her back, but she loved the rain. A little hop came to her paws as she jumped in the air with her mouth open, reaching and begging for more rain. Her back legs trembled as her front paws tried to grasp for the air, but she went ahead and tumbled to the ground, a small white group of flowers with yellow middles a few claws from her nose. She sniffed;; rain and those little flowers that smelled refreshing and plant-y. Plant-y. Didn't everything smell like that? It was hard to be a medicine cat..." do not cry... " Everyone told her she would be a good medicine cat.
She lay on the moss for a while, getting soaked to the bone - - for once her real, small size could be seen, without all that fur laced upon her body. Then she slowly scrambled to her paws, eyes closed as she then sat in the rain, humming to herself. Maybe another fool would come along and hum with her." The company of a fool would be loved by another of the same, " she whispered. wish things weren't so hard on you.
Notes; 412 words, lullabypaw, open thread
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