What am I describing?
A vast blue abyss stretching as far as all eternity
Gentle rumbles like the rustling leaves in fall
A heat that can splinter your skin
Holding all of heavens and life
Never taking hold of the North Wind's breath
Forever free like the sky
Always welcoming company
I am describing the ocean!
Monday, March 31, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
AHW Fable
Short fable about a moth.
"Oh, moth you are so ugly, plain, dull, and worthless!", all of the butterflies would tell the little moth who tried to hard to be noticed. The other moths would tell her, "Moth, you are also special, but in your own way, so don't push the butterflies. Here in the bug world the butterflies were the boss and the moths were nothing. All of the bugs were jealous of the butterflies' beauty, fame, and purpose in life. But the little moth who's name was Floss thought differently. One day there was a big storm - all of the flowers crushed bugs killed and worse. They were left to suffer through the night. All of the bugs turned to the butterflies for help, but they were helpless. None of the moths dared to speak, besides Floss. Floss flew up to the top of the branch thinking, 'envy moths we have night vision, super senses, great protection, flight, our own beauty and experience of night patrolling'. "Listen everybug," she began and they all turned to her. "My should we listen to you!", one of the butterflies called out. "I am here to help you - moths are powerful nocturnal insects, we will guide you. The ensemble reluctantly followed Floss. She led them through new valleys, rivers, fields of flowers, all at the center of the night. Finally they arrived at their new home. "Hip, hip, hooray! For Floss and the moths." They all called out even the butterflies. Floss saved them.
From that day and on the bugs never grew jealous of each other and all creatures had a say. They all lived happily ever after.
Moral:
Don't envy others. You are yourself and you are special in your own way. And that own way can actually be more important than you think.
"Oh, moth you are so ugly, plain, dull, and worthless!", all of the butterflies would tell the little moth who tried to hard to be noticed. The other moths would tell her, "Moth, you are also special, but in your own way, so don't push the butterflies. Here in the bug world the butterflies were the boss and the moths were nothing. All of the bugs were jealous of the butterflies' beauty, fame, and purpose in life. But the little moth who's name was Floss thought differently. One day there was a big storm - all of the flowers crushed bugs killed and worse. They were left to suffer through the night. All of the bugs turned to the butterflies for help, but they were helpless. None of the moths dared to speak, besides Floss. Floss flew up to the top of the branch thinking, 'envy moths we have night vision, super senses, great protection, flight, our own beauty and experience of night patrolling'. "Listen everybug," she began and they all turned to her. "My should we listen to you!", one of the butterflies called out. "I am here to help you - moths are powerful nocturnal insects, we will guide you. The ensemble reluctantly followed Floss. She led them through new valleys, rivers, fields of flowers, all at the center of the night. Finally they arrived at their new home. "Hip, hip, hooray! For Floss and the moths." They all called out even the butterflies. Floss saved them.
From that day and on the bugs never grew jealous of each other and all creatures had a say. They all lived happily ever after.
Moral:
Don't envy others. You are yourself and you are special in your own way. And that own way can actually be more important than you think.
Complaint Letter Draft (LA 3/26)
Dear ____________,
I am a hard school worker and I need quiet in order to work. Though frequently that is not the case. I am writing to concern that many students are disrespecting the teachers and talking during class periods.
On the week of March 15, our assignment was to read for two hours - March is reading month, we were having a read-a-thon. I was focusing and reading my book, the Westing Game, meanwhile some students were playing games on their technological devices, talking in voices above whispers, and being distracting and disrespectful to the substitute teacher. I couldn't read my book! It happens on other days, too. On days when we are learning by listening to the teacher many students were zoning out and using inactive listening skills.
Students are being disrespectful to teachers and not listening. I am left with much homework to do. The substitute teacher leaves with a bad note on them.
What I think is that certain students are just ruining the whole classes reputation. Other students get irritated, too. If I don't tell the teacher to quiet the class then it would be even worse! Many students move to other spaces because of this. The school ruling is excellent; but what is the point of them if the kids don't listen!
What I am asking of you is that you make the ruling stricter and allow the kids some elbow room at periods. Please have the consequences be memorable and praise to the good. Then we would all have a better understanding from administrators, parents, and to kids. For the sake of me and fellow students please take this to consideration.
Sincerely,
Ania U
cc: ________________
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
There once lived a King (AHW)
A really weird 5 minute story.
There was once a greedy, boastful King. And she liked to eat. He decreed that all his majesties royal subjects gave him gifts. He vowed he would be good - he was not. Life was difficult for his people they brawled at his feet, they tore out their hearts, not literally. The King saw that his people were turning into zombies because of his actions. He vowed this, "Hear yee, hear yee. To thy honor I sentence myself to not being able to ho to my next party and thee all I grant you life." He kept true to his promise and life was fair in the kingdom of Historia. All is ends well that is well.
They all lived happily ever after!
There was once a greedy, boastful King. And she liked to eat. He decreed that all his majesties royal subjects gave him gifts. He vowed he would be good - he was not. Life was difficult for his people they brawled at his feet, they tore out their hearts, not literally. The King saw that his people were turning into zombies because of his actions. He vowed this, "Hear yee, hear yee. To thy honor I sentence myself to not being able to ho to my next party and thee all I grant you life." He kept true to his promise and life was fair in the kingdom of Historia. All is ends well that is well.
They all lived happily ever after!
Monday, March 24, 2014
Today's AHW
A quick song about ideas.
Chorus:
Ya you can't find money, love, or time on trees.
But, yes dreams do grow on trees.
Like an inspiration in the wind.
You pick it up - an idea… a dream.
Verse 1:
I was walkin' and wonderin' what to do with the wide, open skies.
I saw the seed on the tree.
No one knew, but me.
I picked it up the fruit of a dream.
I saw beyond the world.
Through the dream.
Verse 2:
So, I dreamed of oh, of great dream trees.
Underwater imaginings, laughter powered growth, and a light in one's head.
It all is inside of me while in bed… A dream.
A dream tree.
How great me saw through the thick branches with our eyes closed.
We flew in our living heavens
Verse 3 (+ end):
Yes we can dream of dreams on trees, on the wind, in our shadow… and sun.
The clouds sprout bubbles of ideas that we can believe in.
I do believe that dreams are in our possibilities.
Nothing is impossible, or forever… not alone
Hook:
Oh, yes dreams do grow on trees.
Order:
Hook
Chorus
Verse 1
Verse 2
Chorus
Verse 1
Hook
Verse 3
Chorus
Complaint Letter Draft (2)
Dear ____________,
I am a hard school worker and I need quiet in order to work. Though frequently that is not the case. I am writing to concern that many students are disrespecting the teachers and talking during class periods.
On…
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Short German Story (Weekend of 21st AHW)
(To translate, copy and paste into Google translate, but Google translate is not always correct)
Kannst du laufen? Ich kann laufen so schnell wie ein Gepard. Ich habe gehört, dass Sie gut schwimmen wie ein Delfin. Delfinen sind verspielt und intelligent. Geparden sind mutig und wild. Meine Schwester kann klettern wie eine Affe! I bin ein Tier. Du bist ein Tier. Geschwister und Familien sind Tiere. Wir sind Tiere auswendig.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Thursday AHW
Poem
In a while, crocodile.
See you soon, raccoon.
Later, alligator.
To the door, dinosaur.
Under the rug, ladybug.
Bye-bye, butterfly
In a day, Margay.
today is today
tomorrow is tomorrow
yesterday was the past
there is no day like this one
there is one today, but many tomorrows
we can lean on the past
plan for the future
and have fun in the good, old present
In a while, crocodile.
See you soon, raccoon.
Later, alligator.
To the door, dinosaur.
Under the rug, ladybug.
Bye-bye, butterfly
In a day, Margay.
today is today
tomorrow is tomorrow
yesterday was the past
there is no day like this one
there is one today, but many tomorrows
we can lean on the past
plan for the future
and have fun in the good, old present
Wednesday AHW Skit
(PS. I am making up not writing on Wednesday AHW)
Here is a quick skit you can do:
School Detectives
Characters
Michael (M)
Ashley (A)
Krista (K)
Pierre (P)
By the way you can make up the actions and movements yourselves.
Part 1: Where's Pierre?
M- Pierre! Pierre!
A- He is not with us.
K- Why do you need to find him?
M- Umm, well…
A- Tell us!
M- Fine! Have you guys, I mean girls, heard of the school robberies yet.
K- No, can you give us details.
A- We are the school detectives of course.
M- School supplies have been disappearing. Such as pencils, note-books, binders and so on.
Part 2: Just Girls
K- Ashley, I told Pierre and Michael to meet us in the back of the library during lunch.
A- But, only administrators are allowed back there.
K- I know that is why I am in charge.
A- What is the plan?
C- This is what we will do: Michael will go and distract the administrators, you and Pierre will confer and move to the back, and I know what I am doing.
A- What are you doing?
K- You don't need to know!
A- Krista…
K- Ya.
A- I will see you in the Library.
Part 3: The Library
P- Shh! Look there goes Michael. That is our cue.
K- Okay you two don't need to worry, just go about normally.
A- Let's go!
P- Why did Krista make us go here.
A- She told us to trust her. Don't you!
P- Hurry we just need to round this one corner…
A- Quick duck behind the trash can! The janitor is here!
P- Be quiet.
A- They're gone. Look there is Krista! Through that door.
K- Where is Michael.
P- Late.
Here is a quick skit you can do:
School Detectives
Characters
Michael (M)
Ashley (A)
Krista (K)
Pierre (P)
By the way you can make up the actions and movements yourselves.
Part 1: Where's Pierre?
M- Pierre! Pierre!
A- He is not with us.
K- Why do you need to find him?
M- Umm, well…
A- Tell us!
M- Fine! Have you guys, I mean girls, heard of the school robberies yet.
K- No, can you give us details.
A- We are the school detectives of course.
M- School supplies have been disappearing. Such as pencils, note-books, binders and so on.
Part 2: Just Girls
K- Ashley, I told Pierre and Michael to meet us in the back of the library during lunch.
A- But, only administrators are allowed back there.
K- I know that is why I am in charge.
A- What is the plan?
C- This is what we will do: Michael will go and distract the administrators, you and Pierre will confer and move to the back, and I know what I am doing.
A- What are you doing?
K- You don't need to know!
A- Krista…
K- Ya.
A- I will see you in the Library.
Part 3: The Library
P- Shh! Look there goes Michael. That is our cue.
K- Okay you two don't need to worry, just go about normally.
A- Let's go!
P- Why did Krista make us go here.
A- She told us to trust her. Don't you!
P- Hurry we just need to round this one corner…
A- Quick duck behind the trash can! The janitor is here!
P- Be quiet.
A- They're gone. Look there is Krista! Through that door.
K- Where is Michael.
P- Late.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Winter VS Summer
Cold. Freezing. Middle of the school-year. Boring. Stay indoors. Brr. That is what people think about Winter. But, why do people like Summer so much. This is what they would say: "Hey, do you like Winter or summer?" I'd say
"I hate Winter I love Summer"
"Why do you like Summer?"
"Umm, errr, uhhh. Oh, school is out and it is warmer and I go to Florida"
Let me finish your sentence, …"and you hate school, you can play video-games all day, and you should have been going to Florida while its cold in Michigan," That would make more sense.
Anyway Winter is way more fun (I can actually explain my answer). My reasoning:
In Winter you can walk on water - ice skate. All of those snow-sports are cool, too. Do you want to fly? Try going sledding, skiing, or snowboarding. I know some people that are obsessed with swimming. You can swim almost anywhere at any time of the year. But, snow-sports are unique: you can only do it during the Winter.
If you go skiing, snowboarding, or sledding, then the views are much better. Such as: vistas on top of slopes, cross-country skiing through parks and so on.
Another thing is that a boat-load of major holidays are in the Winter season, I don't even need to explain what affects they have. Now, many kids don't like Winter because its the middle of school. So what! If there was no school then you wouldn't get a good job which means that your life would be… bad.
I think you get my point. The only reason people like Summer is because it is Summer-break.
The cold… we can get by.
PS Don't play video games during the Summer
Monday, March 17, 2014
Happy Saint Patrick's Day (Monday 17th AHW)
Leprechaun Poem
Leprechaun, Leprechaun
I know you are there.
You will hide, you will hide
You'll grant me a wish
Are you at the Rainbow?
Leprechauns lie
Runaway, Runaway
I will catch you
Leprechaun, Leprechaun
Yes, hold your luck
Lucky elf, Lucky elf
Give me that clover
St. Patrick's Day Leprechauns,
I can't see you
But, I know you're there
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Which Websites
This is how I rate my favorite websites:
- Google - you can search anything!
- YouTube - you can watch anything and learn from tutorials
- Blogger - it is what am on now
- Quizlet - I can study and memorize for tests on it
- National Geographic - awesome nature facts
Rainbow (Weekend AHW)
Rainbow Poem:
Royal
Entertaining
Dynamic
Okay
Rightful
Awesome
Necessary
Gallant
Energetic
Youthful
Expressive
Lasting
Lovable
Opaque
Wonderful
Genuine
Real
Ebullient
Exultant
New
Best
Laureate
Undeniable
Exotic
Idyllic
Novel
Delicate
Impecable
Golden
Omniscient
Vast
Important
One
Living
Essential
Tenebrous
Royal
Entertaining
Dynamic
Okay
Rightful
Awesome
Necessary
Gallant
Energetic
Youthful
Expressive
Lasting
Lovable
Opaque
Wonderful
Genuine
Real
Ebullient
Exultant
New
Best
Laureate
Undeniable
Exotic
Idyllic
Novel
Delicate
Impecable
Golden
Omniscient
Vast
Important
One
Living
Essential
Tenebrous
Some Cool Authors
I have a lot of favorite authors here are some of my favorites:
- Jeff Kinney - Realistic, appealing to pre-teens
- Rick Riordan - Captures young readers, puts a twist on myths
- JK Rowling - Star movie based on the book, magical
- Mathew J Kirby - Gives american kids a new idea,
- Lois Lowry - Great kids books, for all ages
Friday, March 14, 2014
Complaint Letter Draft (LA)
I don't get sick a lot, but when I do, as for others, medicine is a frequent go to. Medicine flavors and textures are gross, they cause people to get even more sick and throw up - that doesn't help. Approximately three months ago I caught the flu and was feverish, I wanted to feel better. I drank the syrupy fluid - the medicine. Five minutes later I threw it all up, that made me feel worse. I was sick for two more days.
I don't want other kids to get even more sick. If the medicine flavors were better then this wouldn't be the case. Parents of young children would feel the same. I know 2-9 year olds have trouble swallowing some bad-tasting meds, if the problem is serious then the poor child might get into even worse circumstances. Elders have difficulties digesting weird textures. That clearly would be putting the phrase 'respect the elderly' into action.
I propose a solution: take gross things and put a special flavor enhancing addition into the mix. No harm done. Or a new type of taste-tablet could be sucked on to cleanse the pallet and digestive tract.
For the sake of me and the community take this to consideration and change your recipe.
Sincerely,
Ania U
I don't want other kids to get even more sick. If the medicine flavors were better then this wouldn't be the case. Parents of young children would feel the same. I know 2-9 year olds have trouble swallowing some bad-tasting meds, if the problem is serious then the poor child might get into even worse circumstances. Elders have difficulties digesting weird textures. That clearly would be putting the phrase 'respect the elderly' into action.
I propose a solution: take gross things and put a special flavor enhancing addition into the mix. No harm done. Or a new type of taste-tablet could be sucked on to cleanse the pallet and digestive tract.
For the sake of me and the community take this to consideration and change your recipe.
Sincerely,
Ania U
Thursday, March 13, 2014
AHW POEM
Opposites Winter-Summer
Cold, Hot
Windy, Steamy
White, Colored
Snow, Rain
Can get you a cold, maybe overheated
Who needs it!
Summer!
Ugh!
It's ugly!
Too hot!
Get brain washed!
Vacation?
Winter!
Burr!
Get the fever stuck in your fur!
Middle of school!
Cold! Cool?
Snow-play?
I need both!
Cold, Hot
Windy, Steamy
White, Colored
Snow, Rain
Can get you a cold, maybe overheated
Who needs it!
Summer!
Ugh!
It's ugly!
Too hot!
Get brain washed!
Vacation?
Winter!
Burr!
Get the fever stuck in your fur!
Middle of school!
Cold! Cool?
Snow-play?
I need both!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Wolf Poem (AHW for 11th)
Wolf
Lurking in the woods,
creeping in the shadows,
prey on unsuspecting deer,
kill with a bite more than 10 devils,
fur as grey as the Winter sky,
see only their eyes in the darkness,
What are you?
the moon circles the Earth, you fly,
trees shiver at your reflection,
listen to your song at the peak of night,
your swift pitch as it is black,
light flickers.
Brave are you,
courageous, curious, fierce, loyal, keen, clever, bold, unique, symbolic, wild…
You are a wolf.
Lurking in the woods,
creeping in the shadows,
prey on unsuspecting deer,
kill with a bite more than 10 devils,
fur as grey as the Winter sky,
see only their eyes in the darkness,
What are you?
the moon circles the Earth, you fly,
trees shiver at your reflection,
listen to your song at the peak of night,
your swift pitch as it is black,
light flickers.
Brave are you,
courageous, curious, fierce, loyal, keen, clever, bold, unique, symbolic, wild…
You are a wolf.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Making up for weekend AHW (Sandstorm)
I accidentally forgot to post on the weekend so I am redeeming myself here.
I was finishing this story on Mon. March 10th
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
4 moons (months) later
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for a clan meeting," Bluestar called, and all cats assembled as they did with the previous meeting. Firepaw noticed Lionheart looking at them, he nodded approvingly. Firepaw, Graypaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw were all about to become Warriors - it was their Warrior ceremony! That is when with all of the training as an apprentice they finally become a Warrior that means that they are recognized a full member of the clan, can go around their territory by themselves, and have more 'options' and respect. Bluestar shot a proud glance at Firepaw, he was her apprentice and before he was a kittypet that would soon earn his respect. Darkstripe looked at him, too, and gave a contemptuous snort. "As you all know these four apprentices are ready to become clan Warriors," Bluestar purred. Murmurs of approval shot up and then as quickly as they came died down. Though some cats stayed quiet eyeing Firepaw. Firepaw looked at his paws, ready to burst with pride, he wondered if he would gain more respect from his adopted clan. 'Oh Spottedleaf protect me from harm and critical glares'Firepaw prayed to Starclan, the heaven where Spottedleaf lay.
Bluestar leaped down from Highrock and padded over to Dustpaw. "StarClan look down on these four young cats becoming Warriors, please approve of my choice." Bluestar announced.
"Dustpaw do you take the challenge of becoming a Warrior."
"I do."
"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"
"Yes."
"Then from here and on Dustpaw, you shall be known as Dustpelt." Dustpelt was trembling with joy when Bluestar rested her chin on his head he licked her shoulder in return. Next it was Sandpaw. Bluestar looked at the growing ginger she-cat with a kind gaze… "Then from here and on Sandpaw, you shall be known as Sandstorm." …"Then from here and on Graypaw, you shall be known as Graystripe." Lastly it was Firepaw. "Is Firepaw allowed to become a Warrior," croaked an elder from the back of the crowd. Some of the cats appeared as if they were about to counter Bluestar. "Of course he is!" Bluestar told them. Lionheart, Whitestorm, Willowpelt and Frostfur (Bluestar's former apprentice) stood up to defend her. "She will carry on as usual," Willowpelt argued calmly. Bluestar began again,"Firepaw do you take the full challenge of becoming a Warrior and passing on your knowledge for generations to come." Firepaw was puzzled by what she meant by his knowledge, but he was shaking with excitement. "I do," he said with a squeak.
"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"
"Yes."
"Then from here and on Firepaw, you shall be known as Fireheart, may StarClan light all of your paths and support all of our new Warriors." All of ThunderClan boomed out "Sandstorm, Sandstorm! Dustpelt, Dustpelt! Graystripe, Graystripe! Fireheart, Fireheart!" It sounded like thunder itself to Fireheart and they said his namely with an equal amount of enthusiasm. He beamed with pride. Fireheart noticed Sandstorm taking her place for their Warrior's night vigil. He thought to himself 'Well, I guess Sandstorm is sort of nice' he took his position next to her and maybe even scooted a bit closer. He looked over to the horizon - at the slowly setting sun "All good things end at some point," he whispered and began his vigil listening to the night.
"Time for the dawn patrol!," Tigerclaw hollered. Fireheart ignored him, he had to speak with Bluestar. Ravenpaw the runaway apprentice had the proof, Ravenpaw had seen Tigerclaw kill Redtail (the previous) deputy just to become deputy himself… then leader. Ravenpaw saw the whole thing and he told Firepaw and Graypaw before he left. Fireheart meanwhile had witnessed Tigerclaw whispering to Shadowclan cats at four clan gatherings, and in his dreams instead of walking in Starclan Tigerclaw walked with the Dark Forest and spoke with his allies potentially plotting to kill Bluestar. Fireheart padded to Bluestar's den when he ran into Sandstorm and Dustpelt, "Where are you of to?", Fireheart asked them, "The dawn patrol," Sandtorm answered with a smile but but her voice sounded bored. "What about you?", Dustpelt asked, "To Bluestar," Fireheart said no more and left them wondering.
Bluestar's den was dark. It was located under the high rock shielded by a lichen curtain. "Speak." "Umm, well… Tigerstar is evil - he is plotting to kill you!", Fireheart might have said that a bit too fast and frightfully. Bluestar just stared at him, "Listen, Tigerclaw might be cold but inside he is loyal to the Warrior code and ThunderClan." Bluestar looked into the young Warrior's eyes sympathetically then she walked out of the den...
Colonial Video
1. When was Colonial Williamsburg founded/started?
2. Do the historical re-inactors live there?
3. Do the re-inactors create the homes and structures in Williamsburg?
4. What time of the year is this video taken?
5. Do the kid actors go to school?
6. What is the purpose of a tobacco barn?
7. How many buildings are there?
8. Are the stockades open to the public, for trying out.
9. How many times a year are the historical things checked for restoration?
10. How many tourists do they get per year?
11. Is clothing made there?
12. How many actors work there?
13. Is the 50 states flag displayed at all in the residence?
14. The re-inactors are weird offstage.
15. What is the acreage of Williamsburg?
16. Where do the actors go when it is not their turn?
17. Are there any ambulances there (on wheels)?
18. Are the cemeteries real?
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Sandstrom Story (March 6th AHW)
I was finishing this story on March 6th
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
4 moons (months) later
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for a clan meeting," Bluestar called, and all cats assembled as they did with the previous meeting. Firepaw noticed Lionheart looking at them, he nodded approvingly. Firepaw, Graypaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw were all about to become Warriors - it was their Warrior ceremony! That is when with all of the training as an apprentice they finally become a Warrior that means that they are recognized a full member of the clan, can go around their territory by themselves, and have more 'options' and respect. Bluestar shot a proud glance at Firepaw, he was her apprentice and before he was a kittypet that would soon earn his respect. Darkstripe looked at him, too, and gave a contemptuous snort. "As you all know these four apprentices are ready to become clan Warriors," Bluestar purred. Murmurs of approval shot up and then as quickly as they came died down. Though some cats stayed quiet eyeing Firepaw. Firepaw looked at his paws, ready to burst with pride, he wondered if he would gain more respect from his adopted clan. 'Oh Spottedleaf protect me from harm and critical glares'Firepaw prayed to Starclan, the heaven where Spottedleaf lay.
Bluestar leaped down from Highrock and padded over to Dustpaw. "StarClan look down on these four young cats becoming Warriors, please approve of my choice." Bluestar announced.
"Dustpaw do you take the challenge of becoming a Warrior."
"I do."
"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"
"Yes."
"Then from here and on Dustpaw, you shall be known as Dustpelt." Dustpelt was trembling with joy when Bluestar rested her chin on his head he licked her shoulder in return. Next it was Sandpaw. Bluestar looked at the growing ginger she-cat with a kind gaze… "Then from here and on Sandpaw, you shall be known as Sandstorm." …"Then from here and on Graypaw, you shall be known as Graystripe." Lastly it was Firepaw. "Is Firepaw allowed to become a Warrior," croaked an elder from the back of the crowd. Some of the cats appeared as if they were about to counter Bluestar. "Of course he is!" Bluestar told them. Lionheart, Whitestorm, Willowpelt and Frostfur (Bluestar's former apprentice) stood up to defend her. "She will carry on as usual," Willowpelt argued calmly. Bluestar began again,"Firepaw do you take the full challenge of becoming a Warrior and passing on your knowledge for generations to come." Firepaw was puzzled by what she meant by his knowledge, but he was shaking with excitement. "I do," he said with a squeak.
"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"
"Yes."
"Then from here and on Firepaw, you shall be known as Fireheart, may StarClan light all of your paths and support all of our new Warriors." All of ThunderClan boomed out "Sandstorm, Sandstorm! Dustpelt, Dustpelt! Graystripe, Graystripe! Fireheart, Fireheart!" It sounded like thunder itself to Fireheart and they said his namely with an equal amount of enthusiasm. He beamed with pride. Fireheart noticed Sandstorm taking her place for their Warrior's night vigil. He thought to himself 'Well, I guess Sandstorm is sort of nice' he took his position next to her and maybe even scooted a bit closer. He looked over to the horizon - at the slowly setting sun "All good things end at some point," he whispered and began his vigil listening to the night. Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Sandstorm (Wed. 5th AHW)
I was finishing this story
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
4 moons (months) later
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for a clan meeting," Bluestar called, and all cats assembled as they did with the previous meeting. Firepaw noticed Lionheart looking at them, he nodded approvingly. Firepaw, Graypaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw were all about to become Warriors - it was their Warrior ceremony! That is when with all of the training as an apprentice they finally become a Warrior that means that they are recognized a full member of the clan, can go around their territory by themselves, and have more 'options' and respect. Bluestar shot a proud glance at Firepaw, he was her apprentice and before he was a kittypet that would soon earn his respect. Darkstripe looked at him, too, and gave a contemptuous snort. "As you all know these four apprentices are ready to become clan Warriors," Bluestar purred. Murmurs of approval shot up and then as quickly as they came died down. Though some cats stayed quiet eyeing Firepaw. Firepaw looked at his paws, ready to burst with pride, he wondered if he would gain more respect from his adopted clan. 'Oh Spottedleaf protect me from harm and critical glares' Firepaw prayed to Starclan, the heaven where Spottedleaf lay.
Bluestar leaped down from Highrock and padded over to Dustpaw. "StarClan look down on these four young cats becoming Warriors, please approve of my choice." Bluestar announced.
"Dustpaw do you take the challenge of becoming a Warrior."
"I do."
"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"
"Yes."
"Then from here and on Dustpaw, you shall be known as Dustpelt." Dustpelt was trembling with joy when Bluestar rested her chin on his head he licked her shoulder in return. Next it was Sandpaw. Bluestar looked at the growing ginger she-cat with a kind gaze… "Then from here and on Sandpaw, you shall be known as Sandstorm." …"Then from here and on Graypaw, you shall be known as Graystripe." Lastly it was Firepaw. "Is Firepaw allowed to become a Warrior," croaked an elder from the back of the crowd. Some of the cats appeared as if they were about to counter Bluestar. "Of course he is!" Bluestar told them. Lionheart, Whitestorm, Willowpelt and Frostfur (Bluestar's former apprentice) stood up to defend her. "She will carry on as usual," Willowpelt argued calmly. Bluestar began again,"Firepaw do you take the full challenge of becoming a Warrior and passing on your knowledge for generations to come." Firepaw was puzzled by what she meant by his knowledge, but he was shaking with excitement. "I do," he said with a squeak.
"Will you defend your clan even at the cost of your life"
"Yes."
"Then from here and on Firepaw, you shall be known as Fireheart, may StarClan light all of your paths and support all of our new Warriors." All of ThunderClan boomed out "Sandstorm, Sandstorm! Dustpelt, Dustpelt! Graystripe, Graystripe! Fireheart, Fireheart!" It sounded like thunder itself to Fireheart and they said his namely with an equal amount of enthusiasm. He beamed with pride. Fireheart noticed Sandstorm taking her place for their Warrior's night vigil. He thought to himself 'Well, I guess Sandstorm is sort of nice' he took his position next to her and maybe even scooted a bit closer.Tuesday at home writing
Poetic Writing
Tuesday, what a day. For thy senses are tingling today - the day after Monday. Boring? Boring. You'd rather be snoring. But brawl not tis the time of school. Oh, tea and crackers, Tuesdays! Maybe having some pals over would light your way, or it will only be a foe to your play. Tuesday, is not my favourite day.
Tuesday, what a day. For thy senses are tingling today - the day after Monday. Boring? Boring. You'd rather be snoring. But brawl not tis the time of school. Oh, tea and crackers, Tuesdays! Maybe having some pals over would light your way, or it will only be a foe to your play. Tuesday, is not my favourite day.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Sandstorm (3/3 AHW)
For todays writing I was finishing up this story, if you look at my other posts you'll know where I left off.
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
4 moons (months) later
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for a clan meeting," Bluestar called, and all cats assembled as they did with the previous meeting. Firepaw noticed Lionheart looking at them, he nodded approvingly. Firepaw, Graypaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw were all about to become Warriors - it was their Warrior ceremony! That is when with all of the training as an apprentice they finally become a Warrior that means that they are recognized a full member of the clan, can go around their territory by themselves, and have more 'options' and respect. Bluestar shot a proud glance at Firepaw, he was her apprentice and before he was a kittypet that would soon earn his respect. Darkstripe looked at him, too and gave a contemptuous snort. "As you all know these 4 apprentices are ready to become clan Warriors," Bluestar purred.
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