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Dark skies and a rainy night. (Moonling Hunt)

Postby Roxianna » 11/23/2007 1:01 PM

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The water dripped off the leaves of the forest's trees and onto the Cake Kuhna's back.  What was she doing out here?  What was she thinking?  To catch a Moonling?  Was she stupid?  It might phaze out of a wall at anytime and EAT HER!  And she was alone.  Stupid, stupid, stupid her, being alone, at night, even better, and looking for a Moonling.  They were nothing like Palmies.  They weren't shy and gentle, like Terri was.  Oh no, they'd eat her in a heartbeat, she knew it.  She wasn't a kit, but still, they'd been known to eat bigger things.  Why hadn't Jessica listened?  Oh no, she had wanted a Moonling.  Well, now she was gonna get it.  Or, it was going to get her...

Jessica walked through the ruins, carefully studing her envirment.  An occational book lay around, littering the grounds of the once library.  Now the building was in ruins.  But this was where the Moonlings were, so this was where she'd look.  Jessica sighed and jumped up on what used to be a wall.  She needed to calm herself down.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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Postby Knightdaniru » 11/23/2007 1:30 PM

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Biolune Albie

((Hokkou))
The biolune albie slinked through the ruble. He was careful not to make any sound, for he heard something else moving. Slowly following the sound, he spotted a cake kuhna. What was she doing out here? This place was dangerous.
Following her movements, but keeping to the shadows, he just hoped she wouldn't see or hear him, but he was finding it slighly hard to keep to quiet pawsteps.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

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Postby Roxianna » 11/23/2007 1:37 PM

Jessica kicked some rubble off of the wall where she was going to step next.  Sharp stones could be bad for your paws.  She smiled to herself and picked up half of a shredded book and started to read it.  Her eyes glanced over the words, but she didn't take them in.  There was someone else there, she heard them.  Book still in hand, she jumped backwards, tossing the book to the side as she loanded right infront of a Biolune Albie.  "Who are you and what do you want?: she aske dboldly.  Jessica was scarried out of her mind, but she'd never let it show.  She had too much pride for that.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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Postby Knightdaniru » 11/23/2007 6:48 PM

The biolune albie snorted, almost laughing, at the questions. "I wouldn't say I want anything from you. I could ask you the same question. My name is Hokkou, but I guess you could call me Kou, for most do." he explained.
He looked around a bit, wondering if she was alone, or just lost from her friends. She didn't seem like the type who would like it around a place like this. "It's not safe out here alone."
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

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Postby Roxianna » 11/23/2007 6:55 PM

Jessica raised an eyebrow.  "You yourself seem to be alone.  I'm Jessica, in case you were wondering."  Jessica purposely jumped over the question of 'what she was doing'.  It was none of his bussiness.  "So Kou," she said, lowering her eyelids, making herself look dangerous.  "Why were you hiding in the shadows over there?  What are you up too?"  Right now, at this time of night, Jessica trusted no one.  She wasn't afraid of the dark, just the things that loomed in it.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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Postby Knightdaniru » 11/23/2007 6:59 PM

"There doesn't seem to be a reason to explain myself. What would you do with the information?" He answered. "Though if you want me to explain, theres nothing bad you could do with the information either, so I can say I was seeing what you were up to." He explained. He didn't seem to care that she might not trust him with thought that he was acting spy. He simply was never trusted. THen again, he never told anyone the reasons he should be trusted, so maby he didn't like to be trusted, and didn't know how that worked. But he was fine without the trust.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

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Postby Roxianna » 11/23/2007 7:16 PM

Jessica relaxed, but only slightly.  "So, you were spying on me.  Now, why might you be doing that?"  Jessica thogut for a moment, and then said, before Kou could, "No, nevermind.  I have work to do, and it doesn't involve you."  But secretly, Jessica wondered if it did.  Did this Albie know much about Moonlings?
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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Postby Knightdaniru » 11/23/2007 7:22 PM

"What kind of work would you have to do around here?" He asked her, "Build a treehouse?"
He sighed. There was little around here. A few wild species, a few wondering pets, but nothing more. And thus he was being rude to the kuhna. He didn't much care, people were used to that from him. He hd a couple of kuhnas around where he lived, and he found them all annoying in their own ways, but this one might be different. Not too goody-goody or troublesome.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

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Postby Roxianna » 11/23/2007 8:28 PM

Jessica closed her eyes and sighed.  "If you must know," she said, forcing as much agitation into thew word 'must' as she could, "I'm trying to fid a Moonling."  Jessica was usually a very kind person, but right now, this Albie was getting in the way of something she wanted.  And that simple wouldn't do, now would it.  "Do you know how to catch one?" she asked, talking through her teeth.  She hated asking for help, but, she always got what she wanted, no matter what.  That was that.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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Postby Knightdaniru » 11/23/2007 9:15 PM

"Well, not like I've ever tried." He said, sounding more friendly. Someone who wanted to catch a moonling was definitly no problem. "But... I might could help you find one. I don't know where any are right now, but they never seem to stay in one place." He told her. It would be a fun adventure, and a companion on it that wanted a moonling... None of the kuhnas around where he lived would go near one...
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
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Postby Roxianna » 11/24/2007 12:13 PM

Jessica nodded happily.  'See?' she thought to herself. 'Asking for help isn't that bad, is it?'  Jessica looked at Kou.  "Well, lets go and find one already!  We can figure out a trap when we get to a place where we know they are."  Jessica was very hyper, simple because she was finally getting to what she wanted.  All her fear and axiety was gone because, no matter how untrustworthy her companion was, she wasn't alone.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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Postby Knightdaniru » 11/24/2007 1:36 PM

"Ok, but I must tell you a trap might not be the best idea. You'll want to gain their trust." Kou said. "Lets go. THey would most likely prefur the deepest parts of the forest, where it is dark." He said. He went a few steps in one direction, but stopped and looked back to make sure she was following.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Roxianna » 11/24/2007 2:26 PM

When Kou looked back, Jessica charged in front of him.  'Get them to trust her, eh?  That sounded sort of hard.'  Jessica looked back to see how far away Kou was.  She laughed silently to herself, but walked slower.  She wasn't alone...yet...  Jessica looked up at the trees.  Few stars could shine through the dense leaves and folage, and it was dark and spooky farther in.  This looked like the place.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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Postby Knightdaniru » 11/24/2007 2:55 PM

Kou rolled his eyes as the kuhna ran past him. He quickly picked up his speed to reache her. It was almost pitch black in this area. "this looks like where they would be." Hokkou told the kuhna. "Now we've just gotta see if there are any around here..."
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!

The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth

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Postby Roxianna » 11/24/2007 3:09 PM

Jessica nodded.  "How do you call a Moonling?" she asked, sort of exasperated.  It was...sort of a weird question.  Not many Kuhnas had the guts to go into the forest, much less call for something that was rumored to eat them.  But that was Jessica for you.  She had a lot of guts.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.

But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.

But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.


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