Hollyleaf: Black she-cat with green eyes.
Blazeglow: Brown tabby tom with orange eyes.[[It's my cat, but just a character that I imagine in the Thunderclan...
Their sit together near the sun, it's eve now, their fur rub , their tails wind. The black she-cat rely on the brown tom, "I love you."She says with low low voice that can't even hear it. "So do I."The brown tabby tom says gently, they look into each others eyes, love's fire burning there, the love will never end.
Wish you guys will be happy, Blazeglow and Hollyleaf!


The Pirate Love
He is a pirate,
She does so too,
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was skilled of love,
She was just a naïve girl——
——And had never be cheated.
He loves her,
She did so too,
But,
There is something happened,
Oh,
Truth destroyed it,
They left other.
After so many years,
They meet again,
She is not a kind girl anymore,
But he is still skilled of love,
She says that she broke this love,
He says he did,
It’s just a disagree.
They love each other,
They promise to find the Fountain of Youth,
But,
One will be die,
To let another one live longer,
She drinks the mermaid’s tear,
He doesn’t dead,
They are still lover.
He is Captain Jack Sparrow,
She is Black Beard’s daughter, Angelica.
【I love the Pirates of Caribbean!!!】

Upon one summer’s morning,I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping,where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass,who seem’d to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne’er return again.
His hair it does in ringlets hang,his eyes as black as soles,
My happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
My father is a merchant — the truth I will now tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed ?6?4300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, ‘cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o’er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I’ll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.
My name it is Maria, a merchant’s daughter fair,
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.


It's the [歌词] of 【My Jolly Sailor Bold】