Thistlefang20

For days now Malia's been coming out here to the bayou, to the same location where they had first met. Everything looked the same as it had on that day. The only thing missing was the cabin where Hayley and her had slept in together many nights and even some days too when the Crescent alpha didn't have anything else to do ever since she had lost her daughter Hope. But now it was just a bittersweet memory of the moments they had spent together. Memories. Ones that cut deeply into her heart like a knife which she had only ever experienced one time in the past. Then though, Hayley had shown up and had slaughtered all of the hunters in mere seconds before she had gotten Malia out of that dreadful place. And yet she had grown tired of being here. Tired to the point where she didn't want to do anything, not even hunt like she normally would have. Every inch of these woodlands had some memory of the beautiful hybrid alpha and queen to the wolves that were left here and it hurt. I'm so

Hayley had just gotten back to her apartment after dealing with an issue that occurred between the witches and her wolves. She was to say the very least exhausted. Going inside, she went up the stairs until she stood in her small but comfortable apartment. For a little bit, her eyes looked around at everything in sight before she yawned and ascended the winding stairs that lead up to the loft where her bed was. After changing her clothes, she crawled into the warm and cozy bed and fell asleep. **************************************************** Hours passed and then Malia came into the apartment, walking up the stairs and looking around. She went up the winding staircase and found whom she had been searching for. Walking on the tips of her toes even though she was human, she crept over to the bed and the sleeping form that was Hayley. "Hayley?" She said, not keeping her voice lowered as she leaned over the other side of the bed. Hayley simply shifted

There's a war inside my head Sometimes I wish that I was dead I'm broken So I call this therapist And she said,"girl, you can't be fixed, just take this" Malia wasn't sure how much longer she had to be in this cell. She had tried escaping but quickly found that her hands were chained to the floor behind her. And even when she pulled with all of her strength, they didn't budge. Stupid humans. Eventually, she was forced to give up on trying to get free. Now she sat on the floor of the cell. The air reeked of dust, mold, dirt, rust from rainwater, and the faint scent of urine.  The sound of someone's footsteps on the stone steps was heard further down the hallway. A screeching squeal followed suit and then the footsteps were heard again. High heels clicking loudly on the cement.  There was a bang on the cell bars and Malia looked up at at them. A guard who carried some kind of weapon with him had hit the metal bars with it, getting her attention as if she was some sort of

"Cedarkit, what in Starclan's name are you doing up there in that tree?!"called a tall lithe dark brown tabby she-cat as she stood at the bottom of a pine tree which had grown at the edge of the camp, her bright green eyes gazing up into the branches at her youngest kit who sat perched in a small little crevice in between two large branches. "Pinemoor, it's normal for kits to be adventurous. She's only having some fun." another queen meowed as she padded over from the queen's den, her russet fur looking like fire in the sunlight. The russet queen sat down and looked up into the tree, spotting the tiny kit. "I'm aware of that Rowanflight, but Cedarkit is too small to be off by herself. An eagle or a buzzard could take her." Pinemoor said, worry in her eyes as she stared up at Cedarkit. "We haven't seen any eagles or buzzards since last greenleaf, Pinemoor. Cedarkit is fine by herself and she's not your only kit." Rowanflight said as she turned her head away from the tree to a pale

The forest was silent. A breeze had been blowing earlier but deep in the heart of the forest, the wind never touched the area nor the camp that lay in the center of it; surrounded by a couple large boulders and thickets that created a barrier to keep out any foxes or wandering dogs who strayed far from their twolegs. In the middle of the camp was a fallen log that lay across others, piled high above the forest ground. That was where the leader called to have meetings and it was also his den; a shallow dip in the ground underneath the branches of the fallen logs. To the right near the entrance, which was a tunnel of thickets, was the warrior's den; boulders had been placed in a circle, but after much digging, the cats had created a well hidden resting place underneath the ground that protected them from leaf-bare, nests in different sections but each one was lined with moss, feathers, and leaves. Across from the warrior's den on the other side of the camp was the queen's den. It had