PerrywinkleKitten

In my mind, Ideas pop and burst with zest. But when I try to place them on paper they dull. As the wonder and ponders of my daily thought fade into nothingness I think, even though they will never be known to the outside world. I will remember them, and for those few moments I savored the flavor of excellent starts of ideas. When I lay in rest I tend to dift-off and float in the pools of my mind. And when someone asks what I am thinking about, I smuggly smile and simply say nothing. Not sharing the wonder and amazingness of my thoughts. Keeping them to me, selfish yes, but that is me. Selfish, unquie, and curious. My thoughts discribe me, so

Kittypets Sissy stuck-ups who eat rabbit bile, or so the clan cats say is the story different? Name: Fish Status: kittypet Gender: Male Clan: None Age: 30 moons Appearance: an old once orange cat whoses pelt is now streaked with grey hairs from age Personality: A true leader, who has recentally become sick RPer: perrywinklekitten

Loners Sometimes they live with tolegs other times they roam. It depends Name: Status: Loner Gender: Female Clan: Loner Age: 13 moons Appearance: A gray plain cat with blue eyes Personality: She may look boring but this spunky young cat is prickly, and alert RPer: Perrywinklekitten

Today at school we talked about prejudice, our teacher said you hated things because of how you were taught. I said agree-to-disagree God made us born with mortal sins, anger, ignorance, and hate, were we born with the ability, but we are taught with the people around us what to hate.   Teacher’s response: …..... Student: 1 Teacher: 0

Anger It feels like a cauldron brewing, prejudice, hate, despise, rejection, Ignorance, Those feelings bubble up and obscure my facial features, The hate and rage that biles up in your throat, and makes pure irritation, I rip apart feelings of others like a raging storm, But once my thunder dies, I feel regret, humility, and guilt, They wash over me in fresh waves, Yet one part in me tingles, It says I didn’t regret that, They had that coming for them, I find myself confused in a tangle of emotions, This is my anger, what is yours like?

The golden autumn leaves rained down from the great tree that I nested in. My little chicks basked in the warm, sunlight. Inhaling the maple scent I let my babies know I was taking a quick flap around the block. They cheaped helplessly, their eyes swollen closed, and small baby feathers surrounded their tiny shivering bodies. I smiled sweetly at them and spread my wings out. The crisp morning air caught me as I dived down into the air. Flapping strongly I pushed my way to the bird seed that was located right next to our oak tree. Many other mothers were squawking at the feeder. But as swift as a Raven I dived in and took a beak full of the mi