Gutteral growl cloves
The darksome night serene
As padded paws advance in droves
Scarcely heard, more scarcely seen
To war! They cry aloud
'A noble death!
To make our forefathers proud!
Till our dying breath!'
Sharpen'd claw meets harden'd scale
The Thunder roars as armies collide
Living faces flush, the dying pale
And onward still they ride
'Till our dying breath!
We ride to a beautiful death!'
Thoughts whirled around his head as he trudged across the muddy field, yearning only for a hot mug of coffee to warm his paws and soothe his nerves as he shook the rain droplets from his fur, shivering slightly with the autumn chill. The wind picked up...
_Chapter 2- The Secret_ "Lightpaw?" Professor Yangston called. Zain raised his paw to signify his prescence. "Locksted? Martin? Melburn? Nox?" a white paw went up in the air two rows down and three chairs to his Zain's right. Professor...
_Chapter 2_ "Lightpaw?" Professor Yangston called. Zain raised his paw to signify his prescence. "Locksted? Martin? Melburn? Nox?" a white paw went up in the air two rows down and three chairs to his Zain's right. Professor Yangston...