Post by Katanaheart on Aug 14, 2016 0:44:27 GMT -5
The world had been destroyed, sucked away, like light amongst a black hole.
Everything had been erased, and only the memories and what could be saved, remained from such destruction.
A new land had been formed, yet it was reminiscent of the old one; long before it had morphed into a land of red and blue...
It was both nostalgic yet confusing to the black she-cat, a land familiar to her, yet so many new features had been added...
A shudder ran through her as she thought of all the work left to do, before she started to actually write again...
She shook her head and decided to venture away from her rather messy threads, to
look about this new world.
Her ears twitched at the familiarity this land of writing had contained after this... Migration.
The white-striped cat had not visited many other threads yet, merely glanced at the titles.
She had been swamped with so much work, she did not have the chance for such a thing at the moment.
Of course, she intended to visit other creations, and despite not doing so, she could still feel the comradely of this place.
The close-knit bond this land boasted of...
Even now she could sense multiple cats chatting in different threads, some she knew others she had not had the pleasure of speaking too...
This transition had been both odd and difficult for her, as it probably was for many other cats.
Yet they would adapt, as they had done when the old world had changed suddenly.
Turning the older world on its hinges with the new coding and odd coloring, and yet this new world had brought back the older style...
It was both strange and ironic, they fled the old world, which looked completely different to a new one that shared it's being with the much older shade...
The white-striped cat shook her head, clearing herself from her own musings.
"...I hope I can get used to this, oh how I loathe change..."
(I wrote all of this on my I-pad, so forgive me for any errors... I also really hate how this turned out, as I feel like I could've done more...)
Everything had been erased, and only the memories and what could be saved, remained from such destruction.
A new land had been formed, yet it was reminiscent of the old one; long before it had morphed into a land of red and blue...
It was both nostalgic yet confusing to the black she-cat, a land familiar to her, yet so many new features had been added...
A shudder ran through her as she thought of all the work left to do, before she started to actually write again...
She shook her head and decided to venture away from her rather messy threads, to
look about this new world.
Her ears twitched at the familiarity this land of writing had contained after this... Migration.
The white-striped cat had not visited many other threads yet, merely glanced at the titles.
She had been swamped with so much work, she did not have the chance for such a thing at the moment.
Of course, she intended to visit other creations, and despite not doing so, she could still feel the comradely of this place.
The close-knit bond this land boasted of...
Even now she could sense multiple cats chatting in different threads, some she knew others she had not had the pleasure of speaking too...
This transition had been both odd and difficult for her, as it probably was for many other cats.
Yet they would adapt, as they had done when the old world had changed suddenly.
Turning the older world on its hinges with the new coding and odd coloring, and yet this new world had brought back the older style...
It was both strange and ironic, they fled the old world, which looked completely different to a new one that shared it's being with the much older shade...
The white-striped cat shook her head, clearing herself from her own musings.
"...I hope I can get used to this, oh how I loathe change..."
(I wrote all of this on my I-pad, so forgive me for any errors... I also really hate how this turned out, as I feel like I could've done more...)