DrAbBlEs by SPOTZ;; -Ha, I'm so bored-

Larry the cockroach scurried across the dirty street, trying to reach his wife and three kids before the storm came. He only had them on his mind. He was happy to be alive and could think of no other thing greater than his family that meant the world to his little cockroach self. But in a mere second, he was scrunched under a shoe, making a satisfying crunching.. kind of popping noise. "Ew... Shit." The man scraped his heel against the road, disgusted, and then almost swearing he could hear little screams... He shook the thought off and continued on his way. Green eyes darting from one thing to the next, he slouched his shoulders. Gray storm clouds, as had Larry predicted before his impending demise, were rolling across the sky, sending a downpour that actually throbbed against his head and shoulders. How convenient for him that it just had to rain so suddenly. He didn't even have the chance to pull his hood up. "Well CROW FOOD," he said, his red spiky hair becoming soaked. Axel pulled the hood anyways over his head, and, pissed enough as it is he continued on his way... to well, only Spottedstar and God knows where.

"What are you fucking doing?" Axel said, staring down at a little tortoiseshell cat that was somehow holding a pen in her paw. The cat tapped the instrument against her jaw and meowed in reply, "I am writing random nonsense about you... and probably other unfortunate people as well... to please my inner voices." The cat, Spottedstar, then lifted her head to look at the towering person before her and added, "Do you know how to speak japanese? My voices would be pleased if I could understand them." Axel blinked and ignored to the best of his abilities what she just said. "But," he protested, "You don't know anything really about writing this sort of stuff. You don't know how I talk, in fact, this is not how I talk. You are fucking up how I talk..." The she-cat still stared at him blankly. "So what's your point?" "My point is that you have no clue what you're doing." "Has that ever stopped me, let alone anybody before?" Spottedstar questioned tonelessly, "You also better just let me write or people will start thinking you're crazy. You're talking to a cat for Christ's sake... sheesh." Axel rolled his eyes and countered, "We're the only ones here, you stupid cat." Spottedstar's eyes widened with the first hint of an expression all day. "Do you want me to get some more people in here?!" she offered. "No!" "I can if I wanna." "This is so stupid! You aren't amusing anybody who's actually bothering to read this shit." "I know, it's really just for my voice's entertainment." "Would you stop talking about voices?" "Axel, you're beginning to piss them off." "Argh!" "And dude, like seriously, you're having a fucking argument with a cat." "Yeah, a stupid cat who's trying to write a stupid novel for her voices." "Touche." They stood there silently for several moments--"Stop that! You can't write for shit!" Axel yelled, leaving the white room thing that they were in. Spottedstar blinked and crumpled the paper with her claws and sighed, "I have got to find something better to do on my days off..."

RiverClan is fishy crazy
ShadowClan is dark and hazy
WindClan is full of runners
ThunderClan has many hunters

These Clans are strong and fit
Guided by StarClan, with their clever wit
Although they rarely gave a shit
I'll tell you now this stupid skit

-beat boxes-

THE CLANS LIVE FOREVER
STRONG PROUD AND TRUE
IF ALWAYS IF FOR NEVER
WELCOMING YOU, FOO'
WE'LL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER
IF ALWAYS IF FOR NEVER
STRONG PROUD AND TRUE

-strange rap music plays-

YEAH! YEAH! -dwiing dwiing-
YEAH! YEAH! -dwiing dwiing-

HUNTING RUNNING SCAMPERING ABOUT
WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE EACH OTHER
EVEN AFTER WE'VE ALL RUN OUT
OUT, OUT, OUTTA HERE! SCATTER!
HERE COMES THE WOLVES, VISCIOUS SNARLING CRITTERS
HERE TO EAT OUR LIVERS!!!

YEAH! YEAH! -dwiing dwiing-
YEAH! YEAH! -dwiing dwiing-

-rap music fades out-

Ureu floundered through a box of papers that had been sent to her all the way from the South. It was filled with certificates and mementos from when she was very little, things that her mother had kept for years in one of her suitcases up in the attic. Now though, it lie on her bead in her apartment, opened to reveal the documents within. Ureu wondered why her mother had sent this to her; it seemed so spur of the moment. She lay out a paper or two on her desk behind her opposite her nightstand and read them over before continuing to go through the various parchments. Fingering through a small stack of birth certificates, she stopped short and stared at the line that ad her name printed in small letters. She saw her real full name. Bold: "Heureux Kirstin Sawyer." She frowned and tucked the paper away behind a stack of envelopes.

[pointless, I know. Hence, "Drabble"]