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I'm obsessed with Harry Potter and Warrior Cats, if you aren't then... Firestar ATTACK, no wait AVADA KEDAVRA
1) Write down your five favorite cat's from warriors in no particular order!
2) What would you think about a name with 1's beginning and 4's ending
Sandstream - It's okay, well actually it's pretty good!
Gorsepaw Umm... that kinda exists
4) Would you make fun of a cat named (5's first name & 2's last name)?
Brookpaw - No because it's a cute name!
5) What genre would a story be with a cat named (1's first name & 5's last name) as the main character?
Sand where small fish swim (Sand) - Family/Friendship
7) Write a prophecy saying that they had to save the clan? (1's last name and 3's first name)?
Stormshrew - Upon the night of the storm a shrew will appear bringing a message that will help you forever
8) What would (4's last name and 2's last name) look like?
Streampaw - a blue-grey she-cat with bright blue eyes
Shrewsand - That they were born on sand with lots of shrews, it could happen...maybe?
10) Do you think anyone uses the name (1's first name and 4's last name)?
Sandstream - Possibly!
1) What's Your Villain Name? (Take the first half of your favorite characters name and the last half of your least favorite character):
2) What's Your Kittypet Name? (Take your favorite warriors name and mix the letters up.):
Shawrpew ... Rawr!
3) What's Your Suicidal Warriors Name? (Your favorite forest animal plus dark.):
4) What's Your Half-Clan Name? (Take something to do with one clan and add something to do with the other clan):
5) What's Your Rogue Name? (First Random object you think of):
Favorite warriors Characters, in no particular order
1) Have you ever read a six/eleven fanfic before?
Ferncloud/Leafpaw - Nope
2) Do you think four is hot? How hot?
Silverstream - Not really i'm sure she would be an attractive cat, but i'm straight
3) What would happen if twelve and eight started going out?
Gorsepaw and Bluestar... he was a kit when she was alive - it's not gonna happen.
4) Do you recall any fics about nine?
Cinderpelt... not really
5) Would two and five make a good couple?
Haha what luck! Firestar and Sandstorm - duh
6) Five/Nine or five/ten?
Sandstorm/Cinderpelt or Sandstorm/Squirrelpaw - neither
7) What would happen if seven walked in on two and eight kissing?
Larchkit walks in on Firestar and Bluestar kissing. Larchkit : Hi Fireheart. Firestar : Oh Hi! Larchkit: Bye Fireheart (because obviously there isnt two Thunderclan leaders!)
8) Make up a summary of a three/ten fanfic.
Graystripe/Squirrelpaw Going back to save cats from Twolegs and Graystripe disappears here's Graystripe's last words and they were to Squirrelpaw.
9) Is there anything as one/eight fluff
Shrewpaw and Bluestar… No
10) Suggest a title for a seven/twelve hurt/comfort fic?\
Let's Play - Larchkit and Gorsepaw, the two young cats play together
11) If you wrote a one/six/eleven fic, what would the warning be?
Shrewpaw/Ferncloud/Leafpaw - Tragedy, lots of comfort by Leafpaw.
12) What would be a good pick up line for ten to use on two?
Squirrelpaw and Firestar - How about none of them, it's incest
13) 1 and 8 are in a happy relationship until 5 runs off with 9. After 8 dumps 1 for 2, 6 gets upset and retaliates by dating 12. Alone and broken-hearted, 1 travels in search of a friend. Finally, 1 meets 4 and 7. The three loners meet 10, who tells each of them to look for love. 4 finds 3, 7 gets 11, but now 1 is stuck in a never-ending love triangle with 6 and 12!
Shrewpaw and Bluestar are in a happy relationship until Sandstorm runs of with Cinderpelt. After Bluestar dumps Shrewpaw for Firestar, Ferncloud gets upset and retaliates by dating Gorsepaw. Alone and broken-hearted, Shrewpaw travels in search of a friend. Finally Shrewpaw meets Silverstream and Larchkit. The three loners meet Squirrelpaw, who tells each of them to look for love. Silverstream finds Graystripe, Larchkit gets Leafpaw, but now Shrewpaw is stuck in a never-ending love triangle with Ferncloud and Gorsepaw
14) What would be a good title for this?.
15) What would the genre(s) be?
HOW COULD YOU? - By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- But then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog ," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family, " but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the 2 nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago & made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads & asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty?
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When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.
When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.
When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.
When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.
When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.
When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.
When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.
When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.
Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.
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Last updated - 17/04/2012
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