—————————————————————————- Thundersong’s Prophecy: Thunder is rising, darkening the light, Strengthening the night, Nothing can stop this, but a small hope, maybe, Bright can cope, Thunder is coming, And if the darkness cannot be overcome, The Kingdom of light, Will be overrun… —————————————————————————- Am I poet now? lol. Scroll down to see Thundersong’s backstory :) —————————————————————————- Thundersong’s Backstory (basically a book down there :3) A slight dawn breeze stirred his fur. “Winter is coming,” Thundersong sighed. “Yes,” hissed a voice. Thundersong whipped around, only to see nothing. Did I imagine that? He wondered. “You did not imagine me!” The voice growled. “Who are you?” Thundersong asked, pelt bristling. “I am a cat, of the past. And I have come to you for a reason.” The voice answered. He rolled his eyes, and stalked out of his den. “You cannot escape me. Because I am your sister.” Said the voice. He shook his head. “No you’re not.” He said, although he wasn’t sure. The voice’s words echoed around his ears, as if he were in a cave. Surely I just ate some stale prey? He thought. “Heh. I am not a sickness. I am Birdsong.” The voice said. “Birdsong?” He echoed. Was he named after his sister. If only I knew where mother and father were… “You can’t be my sister!” He burst out. The spirit was silent a moment, then said quietly “I d!ed, when you were small. I was the same age. I d!ed from a cold, and got pneumonia fast.” Said his supposedly sister. —————————————————————————-
Didn’t spend too much time on the art it’s the Stuff in the desc happy Easter!
