My Poetic Story

I'm writing this book out of poetry.

Light
Lay on the cave floor
Its cold stone
Painful against her swollen stomach
She panted with exhaustion
Now was the time.
Blade walked in
His pelt shining with health
He snuggled close to her
His sweet breath comforting her

hi im Frost's sister! she doesnt approve of me calling her Frost, she likes Frostnight better. Now she's giving me "the look" so I'll change the subject. XD!

Anyway she quit that story (she wants to tell this. oh well!) and now she's writing one about eagivbiserbibweurb

that was her fault. GO AWAY FROST! now she's writing one about eagles!