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Friday, July 6, 2018

The cat from the Moon.

The cat from the Moon.

In a dark forest full of life and death, it was a windy day. The moon sparkled down onto a mossy log near the river, And from the specs of light, there emerged a cat a with a moon cresent on their head. Fur as grey as metal, that cat was named Aura...

Wolves were howling, the cats were defending their territory. Birds were looking down on us for who we are. While Aura just sat there next to a narrow creek. Aura had been casted from her clan just for that moon cresent. Aura looked down into the green water and saw her reflection, she saw how souless and empty she loooked. Ger etes looked plain, like  nothing was there. The sounds of crunching leaves made her lift her head and snapped out of it. She checked her surroundings and saw a wolf approaching, her moon cresent glew pure white then Aura grew gentle, innocent white angel wings and flew away from danger thus she didn't want to fight. She landed on a mountain and asoon as  her deathly cold paws touched the ground her wings faded away as if they were never there. When the wings had faded away fully into dust she had passed out. Three hours later Aura wope up, it was a sunny afternoon. She looked out for danger in the distance and once she made sure it was okay... A wolf popped up behind her. She could hear the familiar sound of dribbling spit constantly on the floor, she turned around and she saw the wolf... Off like that she scrammed as fast as she could of course she couldn't out run a wolf... As soon as she hit the mountain border there was only  a cliff left. Her moon cresent glew a yellowish color?.. The wolf looked inquisitive as what was going to happen next. Aura had transformed into a wolf with a black coat, black wings and blue eyes and white horns. This time the other wolf ran instead of Aura. Except when she was done with this form it didn't go away. But luckily the moon cresent was gone but she was stuck in that hideous form, who would wanna talk with someone with wings and horns? She truly would always be an outcast she pondered. Thud, thud thud. Aura had enough fleeing. She'd stand and fight, but there... It was a dragon with a moon cresent on  its head. 



- TBC.

1 comment:

  1. medals I love your words and punctuation mission maybe give a bit more info in the story

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