This picture doesn't need a caption :3

Average Night :|

Oh, aren't we cool :')
My sister and i 

Straight hair <3

Just a Thought

How can two people be so different yet be so alike?

We pass in our average lives, seeing the same beings, walking the same roads, going about our daily routines, with no understanding of how we are similar.

With no concept of change, our lives are perfectly planned out and uncannily alike in so many ways it’s just so hard to count. No-one being the same. It’s always what we were told, but what sense is there in that? We all live and breathe the same air, walk upon this earth together to make it whole. We see the sun rise in the east and fall in the west. What’s so different about that?

But our attitudes makes us so different, it’s unbearable for some, and pleasing for others. We sometimes don’t get along, sometimes we do. And most of us living on this planet don’t even know each other.

With this in mind, we continue, without knowing what is going to happen and how we are all connected, if we are in the same school, same town, state, country, planet, and universe even.

This Earth was built for us to share, but some don’t even know their neighbours, their family.

Somehow we understand our lifestyles and never stop to think of what we are here for. Our purpose never remained the same. Now we are living and dying in an endless circle until hopefully someday we join together and save our planet.

However much we are not alike, we still live, and still breathe. And so do I.

But one question plagues my mind and never ever lets me sleep.

How can two people be so different, yet be so alike?

Art Piece

This is a quickie painting of an owl in a cherry blossom tree :)

Writing Piece

I said i wouldn't post any of my poems/ short stories, because i don't want anyone to copy them, but this one is just fan fiction, and i am posting it because i'd like to write with another blogger: firamarine.

Well, here it is... (it's from Warriors (well, my Warriors))

(BTW, his name isn't Fireheart, it's Firestorm) (He's the first kit)

Firestorm’s Dream

Deep in the mists that clung onto leaves as the rain tried in vain to unsettle them, in the forest where no man walked, and a land of cats began, in a territory vast and proud, in a clearing where a few cats waited eagerly for the arrival of their new clanmates, was a den. And in that den lay Mirrorpelt, a beautiful blue she-cat with a silver sheen, and glowing, tired amber eyes, with her four new kits, each special in their own, darling way.

The first, and the only boy, was Firekit, a rambunctious little orange tom with blue eyes, the colour of the night sky, when lovely, picturesque things happen. The second was a sweet, coy she-kit with a soft downy the colour of a pale, spring rose, and eyes of grassy green. She was named Sorrelkit. The third was Fawnkit, a beige coloured kit with large eyes of melting amethyst. The last, and the smallest of the litter, was Cinderkit, a white kit with patches of orange and beige over one eye, her back and belly, paws and tail. Her eyes were a deep, meaningful shade of forest green, and she was the quietest, sweetest little kit of the nursery. Except for maybe Siphenkit.

Lilypetal, another Queen, gave Mirrorpelt a lick on the head, trying not to wake her own young, who had been born only a few moonrises ago, “They’re beautiful,” she murmured, signalling with her tail to Echoleaf, their medicine cat, to go get the father.

Adderleap, Mirrorpelt’s mate had been too afraid to enter the nursery while Mirrorpelt was having her kits, and instead went into the forest to catch a pigeon, his beloved mate’s favourite fresh-kill. He didn’t even want to enter when they were being washed and named; he was too scared that he’d get in the way.

And so now, he walked guiltily in, regretting his decisions to stay away, but proudly because of his young and because in his jaws, he held the largest pigeon any Thunderclan cat had ever caught.

He began to purr when he saw his four gorgeous kits nuzzling their mother’s belly for milk, and he licked Mirrorpelt’s muzzle, “You did well, love.”
Mirrorpelt gave him a playful nip on the neck, and invited him to lie beside her and the kits. And so, as night fell, their even breathing became one.

To introduce myself

I am NIHOXI, and no, this is not my real name, this is just the name life gave to me, and sure, it may sound like i'm trying to be someone i'm not, but i'm just taking time to embrace the real me.

I love the colour blue, i like sky blue, grey blue, navy blue, the purply blue you find just before dusk, and i love grey-blue. Grey blue is my absolute favourite blue. I also like a foresty green, but i hate lime green and fluorescent green. I think the only colour i like in fluorescent is the aztec-y orange.

I love writing, so most of the time, you'll find bits of my writing scattered everywhere, poems, short stories, but don't you dare copy them and pass them off as your own....well, now that i think about it, it's much safer to pass off horrendous things i don't like.

I love my non-existent boyfriend, i love my non-existent popularity, i love my non-existent beauty.

But i do love painting and dancing...maybe one day i'll post a video of me dancing. MAYBE. no promises ;)
i have a demon kitten named Tobius (that isn't his real name, in case anyone i know is reading this), who is sleeping on my top bunk now, after a long day of attacking the christmas tree. Stupid kitten :) I can never be angry at him for long, he's just a baby. Anyways, he's sick, so i forgive him.

I guess that;s it for now...

Goodnight nobody :)