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Into the Wild Parody- Chptr 10Bluestar: *yawn* All that yelling is making me tired... *walks into den*
Spottedleaf: *smells Yellowfang*
Firepaw: *slides next to Spottedleaf* Sooo....how's it going?
Spottedleaf: This flea-covered, smelly, old medicine-cat in covered in mouse bile and her wound is swollen, pussy and I think it's crusting.
Firepaw: O.O *runs away and barfs*
Greypaw: *walks over and smells* Radical.
Ravenpaw: *frowns at Firepaw* How's that for a turn-on.
Yellowfang: W-what are you going to do?
Spottedleaf: I'm going to jab this stick through your paw. It may hurt.... a lot.
Yellowfang: Oh, HELL NO MUTHAF**KA!
Spottedleaf: *laughs* calm down, just some medicine-cat humor.
Bluestar: Yo, baby! Everyone gather to be enlightened! Yo, Yellowfang, you deaf?
Yellowfang: What was that?
Bluestar: ShadowClan has chased out WindClan. So, we're pretty much screwed.
Clan: *screams and runs in circles*
Bluestar: Calm down! Clam down! To fix the problem, I will send our most in-exper
Into the Wild Parody- Chptr 9Yellowfang: QUICK RETARD! Hide me! *dives behind Firepaw*
Firepaw: OKAY! *stands guard*
Bluestar: Hello, Firepaw. How was the mouse?
Firepaw: It was a rabbit, and it was delicious!
Tigerclaw: HA! WE CAUGHT YOU YOU MISERABLE KITTYP-
Bluestar: Shut-it, ass-hole.
Bluestar: Yellowfang. I would never forget your scent.
Yellowfang: *crawls from behind Firepaw* What's that supposed to mean? >.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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