Hey guys! It's me, Silverleaf. I'm making this since I want to write everyday and I feel like a bunch of short one-shots was just the way to do that! So.. On to the stories! Also, I don't care if anyone reads this or not since this is just me trying to improve my horrible writing. Nevertheless, let's actually get on to reading like I said I would a line ago!
Dreamstar sighed, and she felt... empty. 'I mean.. I have a great life. Being leader was more then I could ever ask for. But... I feel so.. Old.' She sighed. It was true. She was very old. 112 moons, something atleast she felt was very old. 'Maybe I just need to talk about it to Dusttail. He could help.' Shakily standing up, she made it halfway towards her mate, but stopped in the middle as her stomach growled. 'Oh, yeah. I haven't eaten today...' she realized, padding over to the freshkill pile and picking up a juicy rabbit. She sat down in her den, as she ate the rabbit, thinking about nothing else but her horribly old age. She started thinking about the past. 'Heh... I remember... When I caught that huge rabbit to try and impress Dusttail...' She chuckled. 'Or that time, I watched from afar as he got yelled at by RiverClan for trying to catch me a fish.' She started recalling old memories..
Dustpaw smiled at me from the border, and I wrinkled my nose at him. "Eeiighh... Your breath really smells. Have you been eating frogs or something?!" Chuckling at that part, she continued to remember. Dusttail gave to me a nervous kind of smile and I burst out in laughter. "HAHAH! AHAH!" Catching my breath, I continued to tell him how much WindClan was better then ShadowClan, even though he was disagreeing with every statement. "Ohh... I remember when Dusttail was still in ShadowClan and how we'd have arguements over who was better. I remember the forbidden love." She chuckled, all sadness for how she was old fading away as she relished in the memories. "Why are you all wet?" I shouted at him. "Stepped in mud." he said sheepishly. I shook my head. This was not the way.
She realized, that all the time she was alive, not only counts for how old she is, but it also counts for how long she was alive, and happy with Dusttail. She didn't need confirmation anymore. She already knew she was old. But in a good way.
I mean, I said SHORT one shots sooo... yeah. I've seen an adopt a cat thing on some stories, so i'll be doing that for every chapter.
Name: Icykit
Personality: a bit distant, sweet, shy, and always claims to be cold
gender: male (you can change any part of them, if wanted. But only if you adopt them.)
Appearance: very very light, almost white cream fur paired with sparkling yellow eyes. They are a scottish fold.