05-10-2018, 01:08 AM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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//i lost the first almost-finished version of this so sorry if this one is written kinda weird hhhh
Ever since Pierce had first learned to read, he'd been captivated by fairytales. Perhaps, when he was still learning, it was because they were typically written for children, but even as he grew, he'd continued to love and read them. They were comforting, in a way, just similar enough to the real world to give him something to relate to, while also different enough to be an escape of sorts, a whole new world for him to explore through the eyes of the characters in the books. As time passed, Pierce kept reading his fairytales, though he did branch out to a few other genres, mainly fantasy, perhaps because of its own similarity to the classic tales he'd always read. When he got older, he had less time to read, but after rereading his storybooks so many times as a boy, they were pretty much ingrained in his mind. Plus, he'd raised and been around many children who he read to in his lifetime, so as long as he didn't bore some of his older clanmates, the task Harrison had assigned this week - share a few stories with some Snowbounders - should go pretty smoothly.
The dappled feline approached camp with his tattered red scarf wrapped loosely around his throat, tail waving slightly behind him. Though he didn’t know any of his clanmates super well, he was excited to share this part of his life with them, and to hopefully give them a bit of entertainment to brighten up their day. So, taking a quick seat, he called, "Hey, uh, if anyone’s interested in hearing a few stories, come over here!" This should be fun.
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Ever since Pierce had first learned to read, he'd been captivated by fairytales. Perhaps, when he was still learning, it was because they were typically written for children, but even as he grew, he'd continued to love and read them. They were comforting, in a way, just similar enough to the real world to give him something to relate to, while also different enough to be an escape of sorts, a whole new world for him to explore through the eyes of the characters in the books. As time passed, Pierce kept reading his fairytales, though he did branch out to a few other genres, mainly fantasy, perhaps because of its own similarity to the classic tales he'd always read. When he got older, he had less time to read, but after rereading his storybooks so many times as a boy, they were pretty much ingrained in his mind. Plus, he'd raised and been around many children who he read to in his lifetime, so as long as he didn't bore some of his older clanmates, the task Harrison had assigned this week - share a few stories with some Snowbounders - should go pretty smoothly.
The dappled feline approached camp with his tattered red scarf wrapped loosely around his throat, tail waving slightly behind him. Though he didn’t know any of his clanmates super well, he was excited to share this part of his life with them, and to hopefully give them a bit of entertainment to brighten up their day. So, taking a quick seat, he called, "Hey, uh, if anyone’s interested in hearing a few stories, come over here!" This should be fun.
"speech"
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