Post by slatefur on Nov 24, 2012 10:10:46 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font: normal 10px arial]made by bubbles of BTN[/style]
| [atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1236.photobucket.com/albums/ff450/nezumitheasian/9-1.png); -webkit-border-radius: 35px; -moz-border-radius: 35px; border-radius: 35px,btable][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 00%; -moz-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%; background: url(); border: 5px solid #eeeeee; width: 100px; height: 100px] [/style][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 00%; -moz-border-radius: 100%; border-radius: 100%; background: url(); border: 2px solid #eeeeee; width: 70px; height: 70px; margin-top: -50px; margin-left: 50px] [/style][STYLE=font: italic normal 75px/50px georgia; text-align: right; margin-top: -187px; margin-right: 20px]jealousy[/style][STYLE=font: normal 10px georgia; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 40px 0px 183px; margin-left: -20px]TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES CHOKING ON YOUR ALIBIS[/style][STYLE=background: #eeeeee; width: 280px; height: 380px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 130px; padding: 8px; font: normal 10px arial;]dreams were very peculiar things. scenarios that you are afraid to think of in the waking world, so they are saved for the dark of the night where no one can discover your true feelings. oh yes, dreams were mighty funny things. some were scary, from those with worries of such horrid things that could happen, and some were happy, from those who wish their life to be just like that. although some were just normal, coming from those who were pretty pleased with how they're lives had played out and could wish nor dream of anything more. slatepaw was probably not that. his dream consisted of his clan being under the command of a great and noble leader who was respected by anyone and everyone. this leader was known as slatestar, and was probably the strongest and most powerful cat in the whole history of the clans. heck even starclan respected him and gave him immortality so he would rule forever more. it was clear on the tomcat's sleeping face that his dream pleased him greatly. be it the smug little smile or the little twitch in the tip of his tail. either way he was happy, sleeping like a log on one of the lower branches of the large tree. sneaking out of camp earlier on in the day had been a good idea, as he did not need to do what anyone told him now... at least until they found him. but slatepaw had thought hard about this, and made sure that even though he was on a low enough branch that wouldn't cause him any harm to fall from, but it was a high enough branch also to keep himself out of sight of any passer by-ers. in the four moons of his apprenticeship all the grey tom had learned was that warriors were bossy and elders were annoying. and don't even get him started on wildstar, his uncle. that tomcat had bugged him since the first day he had asked him to do something. sure he was leader, but it didn't mean he got to laze about while poor slatepaw did all the work. it was unspeakable! these sudden thoughts all seemed to run through the grey cat's head, and his dream soon became a nightmare as wildstar made an appearance and turned everyone against him by making him do all the work while wildstar himself did nothing. furrowing his brows in frustration, slatepaw's eyes would peek open, their dull amber depths staring sleepily at some caterpillar in front of his nose. it seemed to be inspecting him, checking to see if he was edible. well he certainly was not, and proved the to the bug by lifting a paw and flicking it away, letting it fall down to the next branch or even just to the ground. "pushover," he sneered, lifting himself up before hopping down the branches, landing neatly on the ground with a soft thump. well, he was up now. might as well get ready to fend off duties that needed to be done by him, but first some grooming was in order.[/style][STYLE=padding: 10px] [/style] |