Post by j a y d e . & on Oct 23, 2008 20:04:27 GMT -5
{if i could be your angel}
wistfulpaw
{your angel, your angel}
six moons
{protect you from the pain}
she-cat
{i'll keep you safe from danger}
nuetral
{from danger, from danger}
mireclan
{you'll never hurt again}
apprentice
{no more i'll be your angel}
i wish i was dreaming
because in my dreams i'm with you<3
{your a-n-g-e-l}
wistfulpaw could be describe as ethereal, dainty, celestial, a fairy flitting in the forest. she is intangible, a spirit trapped in the form of a petite, elegant kitten. wistful has alabaster white fur, which in moonlight looks interlaced with stars. it is short and close-lying to her gracile form. she has somewhat of a broad face, yet not flat. it goes off to a pointed muzzle and a chocolate-colored nose. her ears are large and triangular, covered with a pale, muddled gray-brown fuzz. set in wistful's beautiful face are two large, round orbs. they are the most beautiful, exquisite color of blue you will ever see. they are light-coloured but rich in hue, with coppery flecks buried deep within their depths, like treasure. her coat is a silvery brown hue, covering her from tip to tip. her face, paws, and tail-tip fade darker to a shadowy brown color.
wistfulpaw has a finespun frame. yet within it holds a gentle power, far supreior than your average kitten. wistful does not feel the need for violence, however, so she does know anytihng remte to her own strength, except for the fact that she is quite agile. when wistfulpaw moves, every movement is like part of a dance. she is unconsciously graceful for her age, when she moves, it is like silvery lakewater flowing, like gentle rain falling, like a silent morning snowfall. wistfulpaw is a truely beautiful creature.
{yeah, angel}
wistfulpaw is not, in a way, any stereotype. she's not the overconfident, loud, bumbling apprentice that always grows up to be a pretty tomboy. she's not the snotty, gorgeous kitten that always ends up being a whore, having kittens with a gorgeous tom, and dying a tragic death. wistfulpaw is not the quietly beautiful apprentice that ends up spending all of her time in the queen's den. wistfulpaw is... wistful, for lack of better word. but not shy. just kind of in her own little world.
wistfulpaw has a vivid imagination, and in a way maybe a bit psychic. she experiences flashbacks and little shattered fragments from her past, but they make no sense. not to say that wistfulpaw is shy. she's not really, but kind of reserved and quiet. but she would be more than willing to talk to anyone.
{hey, angel}
wistfulpaw, of course, does not remember anything about her past. of course not.
but i do.
of course i do.
you do not know me either, but maybe at the end of my tale, you will.
my name is animus.
this is mo- i mean, this is wistfulpaw's tale.
_______________________________________
it was like any other day in the neighborhood. just a plain, boring day. nothing out of the ordinary. i wasn't doing anything wrong, just lounging around in a trashcan. typical. until this flashy, golden-striped, dwark-of-a-tom, all but pranced right in with some starry-eyed purebred.
gag me.
it was pretty obvious they had it bad for each other. they were all giggy and gooey and lovey-dovey. feh. it makes me sick. but it was kind of bizarre to see, so i thought i'd stick around for a while.
okay, so it wasn't that interesting. mostly, they just sat and talked and cuddled and purred. until they heard heavy, clumsy footfalls. they bristled, and ducked around the corner. okay, curiousity ensued. so i stretched my bones and just kind of slinked after them.
no later than i did, there was an furle - s'cuse me, i mean a twoleg. shaking a little disgustingly girly pink collar with tinkling bells and sparkly tags, the whole shabang. calling this really embarassing name out. it think it was fluffy - no, that's not it. oh! it was precious.
haha, i could see the poor little purebred shaking in her fur. so i decided to distract the twoleg. so i jumped out of the garbage can i had just climbed it. i'm happy to say that the lid went hurtling through the air, the can bounced around and caused a huge can chain-reaction. and of course, i landed smack in the middle of it.
but.
but.
but i was so jazzed up about the whole thing, i forgot to run.
which i guess i wasn't really expecting the twoleg to chase me. i just thought it'd startle him, but maybe i looked to much like his precious fluffems.
so while he chased me, the two precious lovebirds made off.
of course, i lost him eventually. it wasn't easy though. i had to get my white fur disgustingly dingy until i blended in with the backdrop.
but, my deed did not go without thanks. the two came and thanked me, and went into the forest.
at this i snorted. bad move. they were gonna get their freaking throats ripped out.
so i followed them. oh, don't look at me like that. i just wanted to make sure that i didn't save them for nothing and then have them die at some rogue.
which was what i was anyway, but i ignored that fact.
anyway, they trekked out into the moors. and they didn't even stop to check scents or anything. stupid. i swear.
so i left them be, and every once in a while i'd pass through to make sure they were okay.
one day, i noticed a kit. aww. how cute.
so i decided to talk to them this time.
the kit's name was molly.
oh. that's all i can say right now.
i really. have. to go.
oh well. ask her herself.
i'm gonna be- i'll be your angel
wistfulpaw
{your angel, your angel}
six moons
{protect you from the pain}
she-cat
{i'll keep you safe from danger}
nuetral
{from danger, from danger}
mireclan
{you'll never hurt again}
apprentice
{no more i'll be your angel}
i wish i was dreaming
because in my dreams i'm with you<3
{your a-n-g-e-l}
wistfulpaw could be describe as ethereal, dainty, celestial, a fairy flitting in the forest. she is intangible, a spirit trapped in the form of a petite, elegant kitten. wistful has alabaster white fur, which in moonlight looks interlaced with stars. it is short and close-lying to her gracile form. she has somewhat of a broad face, yet not flat. it goes off to a pointed muzzle and a chocolate-colored nose. her ears are large and triangular, covered with a pale, muddled gray-brown fuzz. set in wistful's beautiful face are two large, round orbs. they are the most beautiful, exquisite color of blue you will ever see. they are light-coloured but rich in hue, with coppery flecks buried deep within their depths, like treasure. her coat is a silvery brown hue, covering her from tip to tip. her face, paws, and tail-tip fade darker to a shadowy brown color.
wistfulpaw has a finespun frame. yet within it holds a gentle power, far supreior than your average kitten. wistful does not feel the need for violence, however, so she does know anytihng remte to her own strength, except for the fact that she is quite agile. when wistfulpaw moves, every movement is like part of a dance. she is unconsciously graceful for her age, when she moves, it is like silvery lakewater flowing, like gentle rain falling, like a silent morning snowfall. wistfulpaw is a truely beautiful creature.
{yeah, angel}
wistfulpaw is not, in a way, any stereotype. she's not the overconfident, loud, bumbling apprentice that always grows up to be a pretty tomboy. she's not the snotty, gorgeous kitten that always ends up being a whore, having kittens with a gorgeous tom, and dying a tragic death. wistfulpaw is not the quietly beautiful apprentice that ends up spending all of her time in the queen's den. wistfulpaw is... wistful, for lack of better word. but not shy. just kind of in her own little world.
wistfulpaw has a vivid imagination, and in a way maybe a bit psychic. she experiences flashbacks and little shattered fragments from her past, but they make no sense. not to say that wistfulpaw is shy. she's not really, but kind of reserved and quiet. but she would be more than willing to talk to anyone.
{hey, angel}
wistfulpaw, of course, does not remember anything about her past. of course not.
but i do.
of course i do.
you do not know me either, but maybe at the end of my tale, you will.
my name is animus.
this is mo- i mean, this is wistfulpaw's tale.
_______________________________________
it was like any other day in the neighborhood. just a plain, boring day. nothing out of the ordinary. i wasn't doing anything wrong, just lounging around in a trashcan. typical. until this flashy, golden-striped, dwark-of-a-tom, all but pranced right in with some starry-eyed purebred.
gag me.
it was pretty obvious they had it bad for each other. they were all giggy and gooey and lovey-dovey. feh. it makes me sick. but it was kind of bizarre to see, so i thought i'd stick around for a while.
okay, so it wasn't that interesting. mostly, they just sat and talked and cuddled and purred. until they heard heavy, clumsy footfalls. they bristled, and ducked around the corner. okay, curiousity ensued. so i stretched my bones and just kind of slinked after them.
no later than i did, there was an furle - s'cuse me, i mean a twoleg. shaking a little disgustingly girly pink collar with tinkling bells and sparkly tags, the whole shabang. calling this really embarassing name out. it think it was fluffy - no, that's not it. oh! it was precious.
haha, i could see the poor little purebred shaking in her fur. so i decided to distract the twoleg. so i jumped out of the garbage can i had just climbed it. i'm happy to say that the lid went hurtling through the air, the can bounced around and caused a huge can chain-reaction. and of course, i landed smack in the middle of it.
but.
but.
but i was so jazzed up about the whole thing, i forgot to run.
which i guess i wasn't really expecting the twoleg to chase me. i just thought it'd startle him, but maybe i looked to much like his precious fluffems.
so while he chased me, the two precious lovebirds made off.
of course, i lost him eventually. it wasn't easy though. i had to get my white fur disgustingly dingy until i blended in with the backdrop.
but, my deed did not go without thanks. the two came and thanked me, and went into the forest.
at this i snorted. bad move. they were gonna get their freaking throats ripped out.
so i followed them. oh, don't look at me like that. i just wanted to make sure that i didn't save them for nothing and then have them die at some rogue.
which was what i was anyway, but i ignored that fact.
anyway, they trekked out into the moors. and they didn't even stop to check scents or anything. stupid. i swear.
so i left them be, and every once in a while i'd pass through to make sure they were okay.
one day, i noticed a kit. aww. how cute.
so i decided to talk to them this time.
the kit's name was molly.
oh. that's all i can say right now.
i really. have. to go.
oh well. ask her herself.
i'm gonna be- i'll be your angel
