We're part of a story, part of a tale. We're all on this journey, no one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?
Warrior Cats is een rollenspel gebaseerd op de serie 'Warriors' van Erin Hunter. Je verkent hier al schrijvend de geliefde wereld van de Clankatten, rogues en kittypets. Dit doe je door je eigen karakter aan te maken, waarbij je bijna alles zelf mag bepalen over uiterlijk en karakter. Wild of tam, goed of slecht, sociaal of eenling? Help jij oorlogen te voorkomen? Of ben je een van de katten die hongerig opzoek is naar een groter territorium en meer macht? Het kan allemaal op Warrior Cats.
KIND OF WEATHER
Greenleaf, 18° - 26° C
Greenleaf biedt alle vrijheid en opties waar de clans zo voor gevochten hebben. De makkelijkste tijd van het jaar lijkt eeuwig te duren en geeft hoop voor de toekomst. Wat zou er fout kunnen gaan in zo'n perfecte tijd.
We are home
Na een lange reis en een zwaar gevecht met Bloodclan zijn de clans eindelijk thuis. Moraal is hoog maar er is veel dat opgebouwd moet worden. Hoe zullen de clans zich voortzetten nu ze opnieuw gescheiden zijn. Vele vragen blijven onbeantwoord maar één ding is zeker. Niemand jaagt de clans ooit nog weg van hun huis.
Onderwerp: Ugly the stray cat di 20 aug 2013 - 15:28
Dit is een waargebeurd verhaal van een kater, en ik vond het vrij zielig, dus ik besloot het online te posten. Degene die dit verhaal heeft geschreven vraagt anderen ook het woord te spreiden:
---- "Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly. -vashxthexstampede "
Onderwerp: Re: Ugly the stray cat di 20 aug 2013 - 15:48
Ik vind niet dat je mensen de schuld mag geven als je niet het hele verhaal eromheen weet. Weet jij veel of die eigenaren er wel bij waren toen het gebeurde, en of ze wel gewoon weggelopen zijn mochten ze er wel bij zijn geweest.
Onderwerp: Re: Ugly the stray cat di 20 aug 2013 - 18:42
Nee, dus kan het ook zijn dat de eigenaren daar ook nog in de buurt waren, of die honden hebben weggehaald en ze ergens achter slot en grendel aan t zetten waren. Die hebben dus niet staan toekijken tot die kat echt dood was, want dat hadden die honden waarschijnlijk wel gedaan dan. Dat bewijst maar weer dat niet alles vermeld is en je niet zomaar conclusies kan trekken.