Darkness
In the shadows what lurks? If hates when the light brursts? In the light what shines? Does it gleam with all the brights? When togeter what do they make? They make the sunrise and sunset. Umbreon and Espeon poem
My story. (REALLY Short story)
It was a snowy night, I had been born twelve moons ago (Not full, just twelve nights ago) My name was AceKit at the time, my eyes where open, my legs where working, and I had a tingle in my whiskers. But this wasn't the night to be sniffing around. A...