Warrior's Fan Oath

I'll remember Brightheart,

When I see a scar on someones face.

I will think of WindClan,

Every time I win a race.

I'll remember Silverstream,

When I see a young mother.

I'll remember Violet, When I worry about my brother.

I will remember Goosefeather,

When nobody believes me.

I will think of Scourge,

When someone's teased for being tiny.

I'll remember Mothwing,

When I find it hard to believe.

I'll be reminded of Princess,

When I see someone, who seems naive.

I'll always think of Heathertail,

When someone wants to be 'just friends'.

I will think of StarClan,

When I am near the end.

I will think of Tawnypelt,

Whenever I feel judged.

I will think of Darkstripe,

When somebody holds a grudge.

I promise to remember Cinderheart,

When I climb a tree.

I'll remember Midnight,

Whenever I'm at sea.

I'll remember Leafpool,

When I must follow my heart.

I will think of Hollyleaf,

If I ever fall apart.

I'll remember Brambleclaw,

When I must prove myself.

I'll remember Spottedleaf,

When I'm suffering from bad health.

I'll remember Lionblaze,

When I am feeling strong.

I'll remember Tigerstar,

If I choose the path that's wrong.

I'll remember Dovewing,

When I hear of something far away.

I'll remember Cloudtail,

When a kitten catches their first prey.

I'll remember Bluestar,

Whenever I must choose.

I'll remember Crowfeather,

When the one I love, I loose.

Feathertail will be in my mind,

Whenever I must be brave.

And I'll remember The Tribe,

When I'm in a cave.

I'll remember Ashfur,

When somebody breaks my heart.

I'll remember Barley,

When me and my siblings are far apart.

I'll remember Ivypool,

When I try to be the best.

I'll remember Firestar,

When my loyalty's put to the test.

I'll remember Crookedstar,

If someone abandons me.

I'll remember Ravenpaw,

If I ever have to flee.

I'll remember Jayfeather,

When I have a strange dream.

I'll think of Cherrytail and Sparrowpelt,

Whenever I eat cream.

I'll always think of Cinderpelt,

When my leg is sore.

I'll remember Longtail,

When I can see no more.

I'll remember the many battles,

When I see conflict or strife.

I promise to remember all these cats, For the rest of my life.

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The book sacrifice tag!

Hey guys! I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for

the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that

mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister

is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

I never owned this, so touching

Hey, you know the girl you called a nerd? Well you might end up working for one

That boy you called fat? He has a disease

you joke him having about a deadly disease? Wait till you have it

I say enough, no more bullying