Let's start with what I knew about my house...my parents lived the lifestyle of the rich and famous, with expensive everything...but they lived in secret...they were NOT extroverts.
That's all I knew of where they lived...
they left me 4 dead and... ...well, by now I think they may be dead. I think I heard something of their funereal. A funereal is kinda like a more expensive funeral, I think...anyway, i'm pretty sure they're dead.
I only know this about my parents 4 sure; I hate them. I've always hated them and I always will.
Excuse me, i'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning...i think that's the perfect place to start.
Long ago...well, I was born. Shocker, hu? The very beginning? Anyway, no one even knew my mother was pregnant. The doctor I guess agreed not to tell anyone. He said that I would be lucky if I made it past 2-3 weeks, especially in this sultriness. He gave me a used PAK that wasn't drained all the way. It's bright blue...and I was entranced by it because I was so young.
My parents, not wanting to be seen with a child, especially not a sick, dying one, threw me out to die...left me on the streets. They believed the young and inexperienced doctor because they were way 2 gullible.
So on the streets I lived...trying to find out why I had little memory of my parents. I had no life other then surviving, no education...no clue what to do. Somehow I lived past childhood and, as a teen, I found that I was like a rotten apple, thrown away and left to finish rotting on my own. And that's how I saw life. Such things made me wonder why I should even be here...but this idiosyncratic life...well, it made me stay so I could find out why I was even born to start off with...why I lived longer then it was said I would?
Eventually during my wanderings I found a SIR bot in the garbage...i found this odd because there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. I pulled it out and cleaned it up...then figured out how to re-boot it and tried to get it to turn on, though I knew it was highly implausible that it would work. If it worked, then why would it have been thrown out? But, sure enough, it turned on. It said it's name was Gressil. He said he was thrown out because they said he was a flawed design. We talked 4 while and became friends, so he decided he would join me.
We both knew it would be hard to find a sinecure place to live, and we both knew that it would probably never happen here...on a planet where we were never wanted and never would be wanted...so we decided we would go to a different planet...earth...and that's where we decided we would stay.
That's all I knew of where they lived...
they left me 4 dead and... ...well, by now I think they may be dead. I think I heard something of their funereal. A funereal is kinda like a more expensive funeral, I think...anyway, i'm pretty sure they're dead.
I only know this about my parents 4 sure; I hate them. I've always hated them and I always will.
Excuse me, i'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning...i think that's the perfect place to start.
Long ago...well, I was born. Shocker, hu? The very beginning? Anyway, no one even knew my mother was pregnant. The doctor I guess agreed not to tell anyone. He said that I would be lucky if I made it past 2-3 weeks, especially in this sultriness. He gave me a used PAK that wasn't drained all the way. It's bright blue...and I was entranced by it because I was so young.
My parents, not wanting to be seen with a child, especially not a sick, dying one, threw me out to die...left me on the streets. They believed the young and inexperienced doctor because they were way 2 gullible.
So on the streets I lived...trying to find out why I had little memory of my parents. I had no life other then surviving, no education...no clue what to do. Somehow I lived past childhood and, as a teen, I found that I was like a rotten apple, thrown away and left to finish rotting on my own. And that's how I saw life. Such things made me wonder why I should even be here...but this idiosyncratic life...well, it made me stay so I could find out why I was even born to start off with...why I lived longer then it was said I would?
Eventually during my wanderings I found a SIR bot in the garbage...i found this odd because there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. I pulled it out and cleaned it up...then figured out how to re-boot it and tried to get it to turn on, though I knew it was highly implausible that it would work. If it worked, then why would it have been thrown out? But, sure enough, it turned on. It said it's name was Gressil. He said he was thrown out because they said he was a flawed design. We talked 4 while and became friends, so he decided he would join me.
We both knew it would be hard to find a sinecure place to live, and we both knew that it would probably never happen here...on a planet where we were never wanted and never would be wanted...so we decided we would go to a different planet...earth...and that's where we decided we would stay.
eyes like fire, burn my pelt.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
claws are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my heart aches.
sudden strangth!
can't give up!
clan needs me!
for them, i'll fight!
i will not fight for me,
for i'll give in.
the pain, everywhere,
but i don't care!
pride burns in my heart,
honnor, too.
i will not show my fear,
though it nearly swallows me.
the pain in their eyes,
i forget my own.
they show no fear,
though i know they share it.
the brave cats around me,
it fills me with pride.
for i AM a true warrior,
and i do not cry.
a true warrior can cry,
but not out here.
can show no weakness,
can show no fear.
and sence i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
claws are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my heart aches.
sudden strangth!
can't give up!
clan needs me!
for them, i'll fight!
i will not fight for me,
for i'll give in.
the pain, everywhere,
but i don't care!
pride burns in my heart,
honnor, too.
i will not show my fear,
though it nearly swallows me.
the pain in their eyes,
i forget my own.
they show no fear,
though i know they share it.
the brave cats around me,
it fills me with pride.
for i AM a true warrior,
and i do not cry.
a true warrior can cry,
but not out here.
can show no weakness,
can show no fear.
and sence i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?