louder than thunder [OPEN!]

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what would it take for things to be quiet
QUIET LIKE THE SNOW
i know this isn't much but i could do better
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Digging claws into bark, the young cougar started to climb. The higher, the better. He loved trees. How they branched forward into the sky, hands always reaching for something better. Canary found himself similiar to trees, in manner. He too, found his paws reaching forward to the sky. Wanting to touch the clouds and sun. With a fractured mind and memories, grasping with eager fingers to only remnants of the past he knew, the lullabies that were sung to him by the violet-eyed woman, whose blood was eternally stained on his paws. With a tiny huff, he pulled himself onto a thicker branch, taking in the smell of pine and oak, a natural smell that felt like home, and broke his heart that reflected in the watery hazel of his eyes. He turned his chin upwards to the sky, to the clouds.

Purring as he heard birdsong, Canary paused in ascent to the heavens to listen. It was pretty, and it sounded so familiar. An expert in noises made by most birds and other creatures, Canary closed his eyes and listened, head cocked slightly to left. Cardinal. He smiled and copied the song with the same graceful noise, if not slightly more rustic. His voice wasn't nearly as beautiful or loud. It could be compared with a country singer's croon. Like he had been gargling a bottle of honey and a glass of rusty nails at the same time, gave him a rather surprising off-set sound. That, matched with the added ability to speak and communicate only in song made Canary odd. One in a million.

However, Canary knew his place. Deep down, he knew his paws had grounded him to the earth. The trees were the ladder to the sky, to his dreams and memories, that he knew, but so long as he remained bridled to the earth, he would never touch the sky. Wouldn't know the feel of wind underneath. The freedom. He imagined it, practically felt it. And of course, there was the little voice in his head that was telling him, if he jumped, the wings would emerge and he wouldn't have to touch soil ever again.

Then there was the bigger, louder voice telling him to open his eyes, suck it up and don't do anything stupid. Sadly, that was the best of the two voices, and one Canary had to follow with a hung head.

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find your way into my heart
ALL STARS COULD BE BRIGHTER
all hearts could be warmer
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[/b] Ranting on about herself, Prict got up and paced, her ears flat and tail hung.

Eventually, Prict lost her steam. She became aware of a scent from high above. It towered over her, but was very strong. Taking a taste from her nose, it was unmistakably feline. Prict sat on her rump and looked up, frowning. She hoped it hadn't heard her. Might spread some rumors. Then Prict would have to go and relocate all over again.[/ul][/blockquote][/size]