walking through fields of ( F U R Z E )

[SHADE. :D]

i wake up every evening
with a big smile on my face
and it never feels
out of place

furzekit

A thorny evergreen shrub, with beautiful yellow flowers, very common upon the plains and hills of Great Britain; called also gorse, and whin.

and you're probably tom
still working in a newborn
nine to five place eclipseclan
i wonder how bad that tastes kit

when you see my face
hope it gives you hell
hope it gives you hell
when you walk my way
hope it gives you hell
hope it gives you hell

Picture a small cat, with liberal amounts of fur, large, intelligent eyes and a serene expression. There you have Furzekit. But if you desire a longer, more detailed expression, I would advise you to read on... Furzekit has rather large paws for a kit of his age. They seem almost absurdly big for his body. They look like the paws on a twoleg child's soft toy - fluffy and harmless. But unlike a lifeless stuffed toy, Furzekit has claws. Sharp, bone-white weapons. He doesn't like to use them, but do not test him. The bottoms of his paws are covered by pale pink, unmarked pads. These are one of the greatest signs of his youth. Unlike the pads of an older cat, they are smooth to the touch, and not rough and calloused from long hunts and patrols. Furzekit has fairly long legs, showing that in adulthood he has a good chance of being large. His shoulders are quite broad, matching his sturdy frame. Furzekit has a long tail that looks more like a bird's feathers than anything else.

Furzekit has a clever, well-arranged face, the latter from his feckless father. His muzzle is rounded, tipped with a pale pink nose. Furzekit has round, appealing green eyes, that seem to shimmer and shine with intelligence. His ears are fairly large atop his skull.

Furzekit has a long, thick coat, inherited from his mother. His fur is very soft to the touch, and keeps him warm in cold weather. Tufts of fur stick out of his coat at seemingly random places, though there are places where these tufts can be seen constantly. For example, the tips of Furzekit's ears are surprisingly fluffy. His tail is a sweet little brush of fur, promising to become a majestic plume as he matures. Finally, the colour of this youngster's fur, passed down from his grandfather. Furzekit has pale, cream-coloured fur, like clouds at dawn. Slightly darker stripes ripple across his coat in places. There are white hints here are there - his chin, underbelly and tail tip are all the hue of snow.

now where's your picket fence, love?
and where's that shiny car?
and did it ever get you far?
you seemed so tense, love
i've never seen you fall so hard
do you know where you are?

If you have ever met one as serene, and yet youthful, as Furzekit, then I will be pleasently surprised. You are must likely to find Furzekit wandering around the EclipseClan camp with a look of deep wonder scrawled across his face. This young tom adores nature; the trees, sky, creatures. Everything. Furzekit is perfectly happy left to his own devises, pottering in and out of the different dens, catching falling leaves between his wide paws. Furzekit exudes vague, dreaminess. He rarely listens if he is spoken to whilst in one of his little dreams. Furzekit has a great imagination, and is a favourite for making up creative games. Furzekit has a seemingly endless fuse - nothing seems to bring a flame of anger to life inside of him. Most insults and such seem to bounce off of him as though he is covered in some repellent material. But Furzekit is not utterly inpenetrable. If you know the right thing to say, he can be hurt quite easily. Furzekit is not the sort to show distress. He will simply curl up in a faavourite corner for a few hours, alone. Which is how he likes it best.

Furzekit has a certain way with words which makes him hard to resist. He can trap a cat with his charming sentences. This talent is useful for explaining away his common, long disappearances. It is hard to stay angry at this kit when he looks at you with his unusually wise eyes. Furzekit could captivate an audience with the tales he spins inside his head - but he rarely shares them. usually only to his brothers if they wish to listen. All in all, Furzekit is a bit of an enigma, which attracts some cats towards him, and repels other. But then, no cat is perfect.

and truth be told i miss you
and truth be told i'm lying
when you see my face
hope it gives you hell
hope it gives you hell

Have you ever felt the weight of expectation on your shoulders? Well, this is exactly what young Laurelpaw felt. The EclipseClan apprentice was the daughter of Fernstar, the leader of the same clan. She was expected to be just as clever, just as brave, just as wise. But such pressure can damage one so young. Laurelpaw had always had a fairly wild personality, and as her ninth moon passed, she began to attract more glances from the male apprentices. She had blossomed from a kit to a young adult. But Laurelpaw was not sensible. She did not wait for her beauty to flower fully. A chance meeting with a handsome CloudClanner spelt doom for the young apprentice. Her foolishness cost her the rest of her youth.

Laurelpaw originally believed that she had caught some terrible disease, which was going to rob her of her life. She was right only about the latter part. A visit to the medicine cat's den told her that she was in fact not dying, but going to be a mother. At nearly ten moons of age. Laurelpaw was horrified and deeply ashamed of her actions. She had landed herself in a deep pit that not even charm and wit could pull her out of. Laurelpaw travelled to CloudClan, again chancing upon the cat who was the father of her kits. She informed him of her condition. The tom was shocked, and told her that he had a mate. Laurelpaw would have no help from him, so she resigned to tell her family and clan.

Naturally, her parents were furious and disappointed by her actions. Her siblings and friends were similarly horrified. She was still just a child. Laurelpaw lied to her clan, blaming her pregnancy on the unfortunate Branchpaw. The poor tom had not signed up for fatherhood, true or not. Laurelpaw carried her kits for several more moons, until one night they fought their way into the world. Three little toms. One a spindly Rex like Laurelpaw's father, but with the white coat of the CloudClanner who was his father - Ptarmigankit. One a fluffy, cream-coated tom with intelligent green eyes - Furzekit. And finally, a cinder-grey, vocal-mouthed kit - Screamkit.

when you walk my way
hope it gives you hell
hope it gives you hell
if you find a man
who's worth a damn
and treats you well

laurelpaw mother
hailthunder father
branchpaw father figure
ptarmigankit, screamkit brothers
beaconsong, fernstar grandparents
cacaopaw, brackenpaw uncles willowpaw aunt

then he's a fool
you're just as well
hope it gives you hell
i hope it gives you hell

PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
yeah, where did it all go wrong?
but the list goes on and on
truth be told i miss you
and truth be told i'm lying

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.