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My first Warriors Fanfic piece: written on 11/28/24 DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT ASKING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Greenkit lay curled up in her nest, but sleep refused to visit her. She yawned and stretched, but her eyes remained stubbornly open as she gazed up at the stars twinkling through the den entrance. She tried counting them, but she lost track after the first dozen. She tried closing her eyes and picturing a warm, cozy place, but all she could see was the darkness around her, and the silhouettes of her slumbering littermates. She was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and she couldn't help but let out a pitiful mew. Sootcloud, Greenkit's father, heard her cry from the other side of the nursery den and padded over to her. "What's wrong, my little one?" he asked tenderly. "I can't go to sleep, Dada," Greenkit replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've tried everything I can think of, but sleep won't come." Sootcloud smiled knowingly and sat down beside her. "Ah, I remember those nights," he said. "When I was just a kit, I used to have the same trouble. But I learned a trick that always put me to sleep." Greenkit's ears perked up. "What trick?" she asked eagerly, her stubby ginger tabby tail swishing. Sootcloud licked her forehead affectionately. "I sing," he said simply. “I sing just like my mother did. I sing, just like the Sisters.” Greenkit rolled her eyes. "Daddy, I know you're a great singer, but I doubt that will work." Sootcloud chuckled. "Not just any song, my dear. A very special one, a song about the wonders of the night and the mystery of the northern wind." Greenkit looked at him skeptically. "I don't know that I've ever heard that one." "Of course, you have," Sootcloud said. "It's the song I always sang to you when you were just a tiny kit, remember?" Greenkit thought for a moment, and then she nodded. "Oh, that song! I love that one." "Good," Sootcloud said, and began to sing softly: "Hush, little one What do you hear? The wolf's howl deep in the forest, And the foxes' yowl in search of food. The owl screeches as she flies above, A symphony of sounds, all sung in nocturnal rhyme. But don't be afraid, dear For the night is a friend She covers our fur with her dark pelt, She wraps us in her stealthy embrace. With peaceful darkness, a calm, gentle wind The northern wind whispers in the trees Its chilly breath, the midnight breeze Feel how the wind blows through your bones! See the treetops shake and shiver...! So, close your eyes, and let dreams take flight. As you drift off to sleep in the beauty of the night. For the stars will shine and the moon will glow And the wonders of the night will forever call. The wolf howls through the forest. He wants to but cannot rest. His pack is hungry, and it’s cold in their den. The north wind ruffles his fur as it brings the scent of prey. The wolf raises his savage head, ready for the kill. Hush now, little holly berry, sweet slumber to thee May the mysteries of the night be yours to see The northern wind has tales to tell, of lands beyond where spirits dwell. Mysterious and unknown to all Yet the wind remembers them…as the leaves fall…” Greenkit felt her eyes start to droop as her father's voice wrapped her in a warm sense. She snuggled down into her nest, feeling the rhythm of the song like a lullaby. The words were like a story, a tale of mystery and beauty that captured her imagination. Gradually, she felt herself drifting off, the edges of sleep tugging at her mind. Sootcloud lowered his voice, slowing the tempo of the song, until he was hardly singing at all. His eyes were closed, and Greenkit couldn't tell if he was still singing or not. She lay there for a moment, listening to the silence, and then glanced up at her father. Sootcloud's eyes were open, and she could see the moon reflected in them. He smiled down at her, his face touched by the light of the stars. Greenkit smiled back, feeling her eyelids drift shut. The last thing she heard was her father's voice, soft and gentle as a breeze, singing to her of night and wonder and the mystery of the world beyond. And then she slept, peaceful and content, dreaming of all the amazing things the nighttime held.
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“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.”
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🌸 .poem Like you’re there, holding me, I hate you so much it hurts. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Die Die Die Die I wish you could be someone else. Someone that could take care of me like I deserve. I guess we’re both selfish in that way. You used me and manipulated me, I couldn’t protect myself because I didn't trust myself. That nagging feeling in my chest saying I wasn't safe with you, it’s taken all this time to realize I never needed you. You can't fill that void within me no matter how hard you try, because you have nothing to give yourself. That feeling of failure when I was around you, for expressing who I was. I was a story to you, a story to be edited and commented on, altered, renewed, hated, reviewed. I was never a person, I was a workpiece for your own success. I was never finalized by you. And that stings. You say I'm mature for my age, but it’s only because I had to raise myself. Well you fucked other woman, i was suffering inside. I hope you’re happy, but i need to be happy too, i want myself to be happy more than anyone. When I became the person you wanted to be, only then did you love me. That person is dead because I've killed them. Tired of walking around aimlessly, I want to become someone I love to be. And thank god you didnt raise me, i thank god every day you were too busy to give me the love i needed from a parent. Because instead of your control, I have a person who loves and understands me more than anyone ever could. Me. This was not part of the plan. I’m just a goal achiever. My purpose is nowhere beyond the expression of someone else's soul. I feel there’s a shock collar around my throat, one wrong word and I'm out. What will he do when I don't play my role? Will he hurt me? What am I without these achievements? An achievement I don't want is all I've been chasing. I’m only here for your ladder. To help you through your life because you own mine. There’s a fence I can't cross and on the other side is my freedom after your death. Somewhere in these streets is my happiness, I'm not controlled anymore. I don't have to be anything, I don't have to serve anybody. I don’t have to do anything. What's there to do? I can learn how to dance, I can even do a split, I can move like Shakira, I can sing like Beyonce, I can play the guitar, shit I can even jump to the ceiling and pretend you’re watching me. Pretend you’re around to fill what you left inside of me. But I pour my heart out and bleed and the only person to clean me up is me. But I still have to serve you. I pour and pour from an empty cup till my love is no good for anybody. Murder and murder, stab and stab, blood after blood, person after person, those men are dead. I can laugh for hours about what I did to them. You think I care? I’ve never lived for me, I've never lived free. I’ve lived because I had to, and that's all I’ve ever known. I don’t trust him. There's a glass door between me and the person I so badly want to be accepted. His love is earned, it’s a prize to be won and I'm the girl who's never good enough for him. I’m just the girl he didn’t find worth getting hurt for. I was a pawn in this man’s game, and i don't want to play. I want to rest. I want to drift away. I want to be better. I wanted to be the one to fix him so badly, but everytime i came back, thinking this relationship could be fixed. I came out again with tears. I realized soon enough that you couldn't show up for me, and when I kicked you out of my life because I'm sobbing, I'm cold, and alone and I have nobody, the only thing you can say is I wasn't helpful. I enjoy crying, I like to pretend like someone’s there, like someone cares.
𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓🎀🐚˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆*ੈ𑁍༘⋆𓆉°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・✎ᝰ.📓🗒 ˎˊ
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