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Post by Brightstar on Nov 15, 2009 21:14:32 GMT -5
If judgment looms from every path
If lofty glances from lofty hearts
Can't see past her hate-filled eyes, to the core of her heart
And we've never even met her.
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Post by Brightstar on Nov 15, 2009 21:15:55 GMT -5
If judgment looms from every path
If lofty glances from lofty hearts
Can't see past her hate-filled eyes, to the core of her heart
And we've never even met her.
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Post by Scarheart on Nov 15, 2009 21:16:27 GMT -5
Her heart struggled to break free of the monster that she had become. She stared at the cliff that towered beneath her paws, less than a mouse-tail length away. The river was stained with blood.
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Post by Brightstar on Nov 15, 2009 21:17:21 GMT -5
If judgment looms from every path
If lofty glances from lofty hearts
Can't see past her hate-filled eyes, to the core of her heart
And we've never even met her.
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Post by Scarheart on Nov 15, 2009 21:17:44 GMT -5
*Her claws were nearly stained permently a deep red. Could anyone, possibly save her from what she had become? She lifted her head to the sky and yowled* “Does anybody hear me!? Does anybody see?!”
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Post by Brightstar on Nov 15, 2009 21:18:16 GMT -5
If Judgment looms under every path
If lofty glances from lofty hearts
Can't see past her hopeful heart
And we've never even met her
And we’ve never even met her!
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Post by Brightstar on Nov 15, 2009 21:19:32 GMT -5
Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadow of the right path
With all the lost and lonely people
Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?
Does anybody even know she's going down today?
Under the shadow of our steeple of everyone around her
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?
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Post by Scarheart on Nov 15, 2009 21:20:48 GMT -5
*Scarheart sat on the edge of Hailclan territory, in the moonlight her pelt shone almost white, she took a step forward toward the hope she was looking for, then stopped, hesitated, and leaped back into the shadows. She walked away*
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Post by Brightstar on Nov 15, 2009 21:23:00 GMT -5
He is running... A hundred miles per hour.... in the wrong direction....
*Brightstar sat gazing at the bright moon*
//What cat would be next?//
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