Ukina and Oak (Story 3)

Feather watched Oak and Ukina, they can’t see or hear her. Feather just sat there watching them as they went on there business. It’s my fault, Feather thought. If I didn’t have to wonder threw the cold I wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t have sorrow. You wouldn’t have lost a friend. She grew extremely angry at herself. She walked out of the den and say Loc’d laying on the ice. Feather walked tord him. “Why?” She asked. Why did you have to kill me?” Loc’d sat up. “Your bad news my sweet, I was forced to get rid of you.” Feather dug her claws in the ice, making it crack. “Did someone send you!?” Feather hissed. Loc’d didn’t answer. Loc’d sighed. His paw slid down her face. “My sweet, you wouldn’t under stand.” Feather dug her claws in deeper making the ice break. “Don’t my angry my sweet, it wasn’t your fault.” Feather walked away. “Sweet, wait! Come back!” Loc’d rushed next to Feather. He stopped right in front of her. “What is it?” Feather asked. He reached his paw in front of her. “Come..” He said.

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One of my friends led me to my room, his 3 fingered hand was placed on my left shoulder. My head looked down as my white virus filled eyes looked down. I herd to many whispers. Whispers about me. I turned and looked at my friend in the eyes. The whispers grew louder but blank. Everything disappeared as my eyes grew blurry. My eyes grew clear as I woke up in the middle of class. I turned to my right and saw my friend and smiled.

 

Greatest Speech Ever Made

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

~Charlie Chaptin

 

Ukina and Oak (Story 2)

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Ukina’s paw tapped Feather shoulder. “Uh… Oak, SShe isn’t breathing!” Oak rushed to Feather and nuzzled her. Her eyes didn’t open. The two toms sat looking at her with tears in there eyes. Oak stood, “Loc’d, this was all because of Loc’d!” “You know he’s still out there, Oak?” Oak ran out of the under grown den. Ukina stayed with Feather, Oaks eyes filled with tears. He ran to the ice lake and saw Loc’d climbing out of the water. Oak sliced Loc’ds waist with his dagger like claws. Loc’d turned looking at Oak, and fell. Oak pounced on him pinning him. Oak shoved his claws in Loc’d chest. Blood rushed from his body. Loc’d layed there on the ice as Oak waked back to the den. Feather layed next to the dieing cat and smiled. Her claw sunk in his neck, “How does it feel Loc’d? How does it feel!” Feather growled. Feather stood and walked away from Loc’d and ran to the den. She saw her dead, lifeless body and nuzzled the toms. “I wish I was with her..” Oak said. Ukina sniffed, “Yeah..”  

 

 

Ukina and Oak (Story 1)

A long haired, light grey pelted cat walked toward the think ice covered river. As she walked on the ice and snow her paws grew frost bit, her head ached from the strong winds hitting her. She collapsed on the ice, making the ice crack. Two cats rushed toward her, thinking she had died. They rushed her to there under grown home. They layed her down on a soft patch of moss. Lehman she-chad was wearing a necklace with a feather on it, the two toms desided to caller her Feather. Feather suddenly opened her teal eyes and saw the toms. “Hello, you blacked out on a patch of ice. It was too harsh out there so we bring you in here. I’m Oak by the way,” the dark rusty short haired cat said. “Yeah, and I’m Ukina.”(You-ka-n) The grey long haired tom with dark grey socks said. “I’m a bit hungry cat I have some food?” Feather asked. The two toms rushed around for food, they were way to exited when Feather had come. Ukina rushed outside and caught a rabbit, and brought is to Feather. Foot steps pounded on the roof of there under grown home. Oak flinched, “I’ll be right back.” Oak walked outside. Oak brought the cat from outside in the home. “Hello I’m Loc’d, did you know you are a beautiful she?” (Lo-cid) Said the black and white, long haired tom. Feather licked her front paw, ignoring Loc’d.  Feather yawned. “Is it okay if I sleep here?” “Okcorse.” The toms said. Feather walked to one of there bedrooms and slept there.  In the middle of the night Loc’d entered her room. He carried feather to an ice covered river, his dagger lick claws hovered over her neck. He set her on the ice and stomped his foot, making the ice crack. Feather woke up. He sliced his claw on her neck, and pushed her in the chilling water. The river moved fast taking her under the ice. Blood rushed out from her neck. She yelped for help. Ukina went to go catch a few birds for breakfast. He saw Loc’d standing over Feather under the ice. Ukina rushed over and picked up Feather. Ukina growled at the Loc’d, “What are you doing?!” Ukina pushed Loc’d in the river. He drifted away with a smile. Ukina rushed Feather to his under grown home. Oak put leaves on her cut, stopping the bleeding. “T-t-thank you..” Feather whispered. “You need rest.” Oak said. Feather closed her eyes.Image

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