Miss. FortuneHer wavy blonde hairThose diamond-like eyesShe's utter perfectionIsn't she?Her figureHer voiceHer walkBitterKiller"How fortunate it is to meet you!"
Folklore"Keep up Aliza, don't slack," my mother snapped at me. I rolled my eyes grabbing a few boxes from the back of the moving truck. We had recently moved to a secluded area in the middle of central West Virginia. The state was full of gorgeous sights and the people who we had met in the closest town (which happened to be 27 miles away from our house) we're quite friendly and helpful. I remembered driving though the long winding back roads spotting small waterfalls and watching the deer prance through the dead,fallen, leaves. The way the sun dappled the earth gave it an eerie sense. I loved it. I couldn't wait to wander deep into the woods to explore what lie there."Come on kiddo, we have a lot of unpacking to do," my father said, brushing past me, walking up to the front door."Hey dad!" I
A Poem About My AppearenceI have a fine booty.
Girls Like MeNever fall in love with a girl like meA girl who knows heartbreak,And how to break a few hearts herselfA girl who will take you to every place you love,And make you remember me, no my kiss,We'll make it linger where ever you go,We'll make your life Heaven or Hell
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