A Poem About My AppearenceI have a fine booty.
Wonderpaw to Wonderheart (Redone)Wonderpaw squirmed in her nest, she had hardly slept a wink but was more awake than ever. Today she would become a full medicine cat of Riverclan. A few moons ago her mentor Suncedar mysteriously disappeared and hadn't been seen since. After a half-moon of searching, Mistystar with a heavy heart called off the search, declaring her dead. Wonderpaw was distraught but swiftly took over her duties. She stepped out of her den, her coral pelt shone from her grooming. Her mossy green eyes scanned the clearing, many cats had just awoken and were shaking away the sleep. Wonderpaw spotted her aunt Ebonyheart trying to calm down Emberpaw, Smallpaw, and Hedgehogpaw. They bounced around, chasing each other excited that they had become apprentices only a quarter moon ago. The Owlpaw twins bounded up and one tackled into Smallpaw, and the other into Emberpaw. Wonderpaw sighed and walked further into camp. Suddenly there was a yowl, "All cats old enough to catch your own pray come to High Rock!" Mist
Are You Happy?of course i'm happy...why wouldn't i be
CuteYou're so cute when you:Lie,Break my heart,Make me feel worthless,Make me cry,It's adorable.
Two Tales of a Black Rose (Part Two)(Boy)I wish you could feel my embrace,As my phantom fingers caress your face.The stinging snow on your lips,It's only my goodnight kiss.I feel your heart break,Was my leaving such a mistake?I won't let you stand alone,Come with me, we're going home...And in front of my grave you lie,I know it's hard to say goodbye,But here you stand right next to me...He's a black rose just for thee.
Demons"Go, do your bidding. You have one summer to collect as many souls as you can in this small human town." The Commander hissed. "Really, me? I'll do my best sir!" I cried before flying into the sunshine filled sky. "This is going to be... amusing." I smirked, letting my ebony colored wings carry me though the cloudless sky. I have no name, just my appearance; I am, to say the least, beautiful. All demons are, despite what people say. Beauty; every demon has it, for manipulation of course. We steal souls, and feed off of them. This is my first mission. I always thought I'd be a server, not a collector. Servers serve our commanders, gatherers and collectors collect human souls, by murdering them of course. I landed outside the edge of town, "Good." I think aloud, "I can change here." A burst of light and my wings are gone, I stand in only my short black dress and coal colored ankle bracelet. My waist long black colored hair hangs sleekly down my sides. My once red eyes are now a light amb