chaopets

One day you will learn our ways but. I'm also insane In the membrane Once upon a time, fetch the airplane it's up in the brain But lion has no mane For instead he posesses a cane A cane with which he feels lame Not only lame, but he feels as though he brings great shame Poor, Poor Lion- a beast of many a stain A stain upon a train that ran him over in the rain Just look at dat mane! Silence overshadowed a life that had been so plain the end.

You're a weird one Mr. Lion You really are adaptable, You're as pretty as female lion! You're sensible, your heart is full of charts, your brain is full of hairspray, you have stylist mane, you have a map to the bottom of your grave. Ohhhhh, Mr. Lion!

Claws wrapped around a small white kit, blood dripping down his face as he struggled to get free. He let out a wail his eyes closed from the horrid images. The white cat wiggled and grew frustrated with himself - he couldn't get free from the nightmares in his dreams. A pile of shades came running after the small kit, their red eyes piercing through the souls. The white kit came to an edge far off of Torrentclan, he looked back and a large shade was standing near him. Its eyes were blue and his body was shaped like a cat. "Why did you betray us, Stormpaw?" it spoke. "I didn't! I didn't! Who are you? Why are you following me?" he cried - as h