Written By Rowenova
Oct. 3, 2020, 12:58 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
Sir Floppington helped me write This One.
As deep as the Whirlpool were her eyes and her growl.
As sharp as Frostfang were her claws and her fangs.
As niveous as the Everwinter was her mewtiful fur.
(It was as soft as Silk and as warm as Fireweave, too.)
***
She was feral as cat be. A dangerous stray, indeed.
She and the humans had a history. It was not a good one.
Sometimes, those humans would come to the back alley. And then,
they would dare to draw too near, and... she would bite them!
Not only blood would be shed but also tears would rain, too!
And oh! How those humans would scream, and then they would flee!
Some would tell her that she was boring, mean, and stingy.
Mayhaps true, but she would hiss and sharpen her claws amew.
Some would complain and lament that she was not as good as
other kitties who were stronger and who would like those pets.
She was too proud to ever be handled without care, though.
Still free, she would climb up the fence and strut, indeed!
***
One day, yet another human decided to enter the back alley, but...
...This One smelled different than all the others before them.
This One looked at her with the kindest eyes. This One told her the
most amazing stories that she had ever heard in all of her Nine Lives.
She deserved to be loved and to be respected they told her, and
that if they ever had a kitty like her, they would hang onto her.
She could feel herself wanting -- yet afraid -- to be with This One.
Could this be true? Could she be sure? Or was This One all a Dream?
Too much of a scaredy cat to make a decision right then and right there,
she flicked her tail and sauntered away! What would come another day?
Since that whelming moment in Time, she could not stop thinking
about This One and how much they cared. And so, that was not the end.
***
After trying to sort herself out for a few days, she finally did decide.
She catfully approached the door of This One and mewed to be let inside!
(Recently Presented @ the Winter Poetry Contest @ the Golden Hart)
As deep as the Whirlpool were her eyes and her growl.
As sharp as Frostfang were her claws and her fangs.
As niveous as the Everwinter was her mewtiful fur.
(It was as soft as Silk and as warm as Fireweave, too.)
***
She was feral as cat be. A dangerous stray, indeed.
She and the humans had a history. It was not a good one.
Sometimes, those humans would come to the back alley. And then,
they would dare to draw too near, and... she would bite them!
Not only blood would be shed but also tears would rain, too!
And oh! How those humans would scream, and then they would flee!
Some would tell her that she was boring, mean, and stingy.
Mayhaps true, but she would hiss and sharpen her claws amew.
Some would complain and lament that she was not as good as
other kitties who were stronger and who would like those pets.
She was too proud to ever be handled without care, though.
Still free, she would climb up the fence and strut, indeed!
***
One day, yet another human decided to enter the back alley, but...
...This One smelled different than all the others before them.
This One looked at her with the kindest eyes. This One told her the
most amazing stories that she had ever heard in all of her Nine Lives.
She deserved to be loved and to be respected they told her, and
that if they ever had a kitty like her, they would hang onto her.
She could feel herself wanting -- yet afraid -- to be with This One.
Could this be true? Could she be sure? Or was This One all a Dream?
Too much of a scaredy cat to make a decision right then and right there,
she flicked her tail and sauntered away! What would come another day?
Since that whelming moment in Time, she could not stop thinking
about This One and how much they cared. And so, that was not the end.
***
After trying to sort herself out for a few days, she finally did decide.
She catfully approached the door of This One and mewed to be let inside!
(Recently Presented @ the Winter Poetry Contest @ the Golden Hart)
Written By Rowenova
April 2, 2020, 3:50 a.m.(1/15/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
For posterity, let it be known that -- on this fine, snowy day -- you told me that I can write about you, even when we start doing research in the library.
Written By Breidaia
Jan. 30, 2020, 2:59 a.m.(8.904015376984127/30.624861111111112/1012.658667948082 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
If you are going to make it grand, might I suggest adding in some daring adventure and perhaps some sailing. To help round out such a grand camping extravaganza. A bit land, a bit of sea, or river if that is your preference.
Written By Aiden
Oct. 10, 2017, 10:14 p.m.(5/17/1007 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
I'm sorry I had to leave you to the mission. I trust you will do well with the people we've brought together. But you know as well as I, sometimes a man has to do what he has to do. There are choices to make, hard ones... hard ones like this one, to abandon the company we brought together, for a different path. A path that speaks loudly to me and one that very well may be in my blood let alone my heart and soul. I will still ask for your forgiveness.
We will see each other again.
Good luck, where ever the Gods may lead you.
We will see each other again.
Good luck, where ever the Gods may lead you.
Written By Valery
July 7, 2017, 5:21 p.m.(10/17/1006 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
Mouse, or Little Mouse, sure...
But no one called me Snow Mouse before...
But no one called me Snow Mouse before...
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