Hi! I'm Featherpool of Windclan!

Feel free to include me in any of your stories, OF ANY KIND!!!

I don't know why I said that but, just PM me and I'll beyond likely agree, also, please review and check out my four stories!

Thanks!

Feathers

ps here's my characters

Silverpaw

appearance: sleek white she-cat with silvery long fur, and mesmerizing large violet blue eyes

personality: extremely shy, to die for, gentle, easily threatened or scared.

OR

Creampaw

apearance: small cream colored she-cat with a snow white underbelly, ears and tail, big, innocent silver eyes.

Personality: gentle, very shy, swift and very very innocent

the rest is up to you. :)

Also, a bit of some extra stuff.

Guys, I've been reading Odyssey by Kitten With A Tie and it was BRILLIANT!

It's an epic masterpiece, it's about cats as vampires that lived in tribes, it is very entertaining and interesting, if you don't like those then don't read, but I suggest you do!

Not only that, A Light in the Darkness, written by Wildfire120 has an alternate ending for the original series "The Last Hope", what if Tigerstar won? I bet every warrior fan wondered about that, now, this touching story reveals every detail, so please read!

Now I, of all people, disapprove to abortion, if you do too, please read this:

Month one

Mommy

I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy I'm a boy! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Next, something that touched MY heart, will it touch yours?

Now, you have 2 choices:

1) Re-post this message.

OR

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

My name is Tiffany I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see. I must be stupid, I must be bad What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my Mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't do a wrong I can't speak at all Or else I'm locked up All day long. When I'm awake I'm all alone; The house is dark, My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's bar. I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall I try to hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall, and I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken, "I'm sorry!" I scream But it's now to late; His face has been twisted With an unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again... Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door While I lay there motionless Brawled on the floor. My name is Tiffany I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me And you can help. Sickens me top the soul, And if you read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be effected By this Poem And because you are effected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do Is pass this on!

Also, if you love your mom, I'm sure everyone does, post this:

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the drom so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.

Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet and so are you!
But sadly,
The roses have wilted,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty,
and my dagger's stained red.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly, "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart. (Please! Admit this is tratic.)

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he convinced his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

See the kid on the bench you just threw an apple at? His dad died of a heart disease.

See that kid you made fun of for crying? his mother is dying.

See that 16 year old girl, with the kid, that you called a slut? she was raped

People have enough sorrow without you adding to it, just for a laugh, or to be funny

Repost this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't.

(Have a heart, pass this on, it helps.)

once there was a girl about the age of 12. She loved to read books. In fact, she had read almost every teen book known to man. She wished she could write a story based on the books she read, just with a different plot. But alas, that would be plagerizm. Then one day her friend told her about fanfiction. The girl was so happy that she went home and got one right away. After she got an account she started writing. It was a love story with one of her favorite ships. Not many people liked the ship though, but that didn't stop her. Once she posted her story people started to review. Almost all of the comments were negative. Yelling at her and telling her it was never going to happen. This really brought down the girls self asteem, she felt unwanted and unloved. One day she went to go look at her reviews. It was a flame. The person told her to commit suicide and that she was stupid and that she isn't wanted in the world. The girl cried herself to sleep that night. The next day after her parents went home, the girl went to the backyard to get a rope. She did and tied it on a wall. She placed her computer with the note in front of her, tied a knot around her neck, and jumped. All because of a flame.

If you believe flaming is a serious matter and need to be resloved before more lives are taken, copy this onto your profile

This is weird, but interesting! If you can raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed erveylteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! Paste this to yuor porifle if you can raed this!

Your car is German. Your vodka is Russian. Your pizza is Italian. Your kebab is Turkish. Your democracy is Greek. Your coffee is Brazilian. Your Brandy is French.Your movies are American. Your anime is Japanese.Your humour is Jewish. Your tea is Tamil. Your shirt is Indian. Your oil is Saudi Arabian. Your electronics are Chinese. Yet, you have a problem with your neighbor being an immigrant? Pull yourself together :) (Copy/Paste if you're agianst racism)

ADVICE FOR GUYS

When she walks away from you mad
Follow her

When she stares at your mouth
Kiss her

When she pushes you or hits you
Grab her and don't let go

When she starts cussing at you
Kiss her and tell her you love her

When she's quiet
Ask her whats wrong

When she ignores you
Give her your attention

When she pulls away
Pull her back

When you see her at her worst
Tell her she's beautiful

When you see her start crying
Just hold her and don't say a word

When you see her walking
Sneak up and hug her waist from behind

When she's scared
Protect her

When she lays her head on your shoulder
Tilt her head up and kiss her

When she steals your favorite hat
Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night

When she teases you
Tease her back and make her laugh

When she doesn't answer for a long time
Reassure her that everything is okay

When she looks at you with doubt
Back yourself up

When she says that she likes you
she really does more than you could understand

When she grabs at your hands
Hold hers and play with her fingers

When she bumps into you
bump into her back and make her laugh

When she tells you a secret
keep it safe and untold

When she looks at you in your eyes
don't look away until she does

When she misses you
she's hurting inside

When you break her heart
the pain never really goes away

When she says its over
she still wants you to be hers

When she repost this bulletin
she wants you to read it -

Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.-

When she says she's ok don't believe it, talk with her- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you-

Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her-

Treat her like she's all that matters to you.-

Tease her and let her tease you back.-

Stay up all night with her when she's sick.-

Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.-

Give her the world.-

Let her wear your clothes.-

When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.-

Let her know she's important.-

Kiss her in the pouring rain.-

When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is;
"Who's butt am I kicking?"

If you do post this in the next four minutes the one you love will :
Call you.
Kiss you.
Love you.
Text you

Mature Eyes Only:

Body: This may make you stop and think... very true
Why do we sleep in church,
but when the ceremony is over we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard to talk about God,
but so easy to talk about sex?
Why are we so bored when we look at a Christian magazine,
but find it easy to read Playboy?
Why is it so easy to ignore a Godly myspace message,
Yet we repost the nasty ones?
Why are churches getting smaller,
But bars and clubs are growing?
Think about it, are you going to repost this?
Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at?
Just remember God is always watching you.
The Lord said: "If you deny me in front of your friends, I will deny you in front of my father".
Repost this as "Mature Eyes Only."
90 of you won't repost this
God loves you

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I wanted to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the child I bore, nursed, and raised. The court said I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

I am the girl who is always crying herself to sleep at night because I am afraid of my mother finding out just exactly who I love with all my heart.

Repost this if you think that homophobia is evil sick and wrong, these people have feelings too don't break them too.

10 year old Warriors fan, Emmy Grace Cherry was a warrior fan and had warrior spirt. Emmy and her parents, Dana and Jimmy Cherry, were killed in a tornado in February 2007. On Wands and Worlds, a fantasy fiction forum, several fans agreed that she deserved a warrior name. One fan performed the cermony and named her Brightspirt. Other fans agreed this was the perfect name. The Erins placed her along with her parents in the book Long Shadows as Brightspirt, Braveheart, and Shinningheart.
Please pass this message along by copy and pasting it into your profile and adding your name to the list of people who will always remember a true warrior: Wolfgrowl, Skysong Angel, Sunmist, Iceshadow of ShadowClan, Featherleap, Petalwish, Featherpool16

FOR MOTHERS AND THEIR DAUGHTERS...

Daughter: "Mom, what's it like to have the greatest daughter in the world?"

Mom: "I don't know dear...you'll have to ask Grandma."

Let's eat Grandma!

Let's eat, Grandma!

Commas Save Lives

And now *sniff sniff* for something better,

I'll remember Brightheart,
When I see a scar one someones face.
I will think of WindClan,
Every time I win a race.

I'll remember Silverstream,
When I see a young mother.
I'll remember Violet,
When I worry about my brother.

I will remember Goosefeather,
When nobody believes me.
I will think of Scourge,
When someone's teased for being tiny.

I'll remember Mothwing,
When I find it hard to believe.
I'll be reminded of Princess,
When I see someone, who seems naive.

I'll always think of Heathertail,
When someone wants to be 'just friends'.
I will think of StarClan,
When I am near the end.

I will think of Tawnypelt,
Whenever I feel judged.
I will think of Darkstripe,
When somebody holds a grudge.

I promise to remember Cinderheart,
When I climb a tree.
I'll remember Midnight,
Whenever I'm at sea.

I'll remember Leafpool,
When I must follow my heart.
I will think of Hollyleaf,
If I ever fall apart.

I'll remember Brambleclaw,
When I must prove myself.
I'll remember Spottedleaf,
When I'm suffering from bad health.

I'll remember Lionblaze,
When I am feeling strong.
I'll remember Tigerstar,
If I choose the path that's wrong.

I'll remember Dovewing,
When I hear of something far away.
I'll remember Cloudtail,
When a kitten catches their first prey.

I'll remember Bluestar,
Whenever I must choose.
I'll remember Crowfeather,
When the one I love, I loose.

Feathertail will be in my mind,
Whenever I must be brave.
And I'll remember The Tribe,
When I'm in a cave.

I'll remember Ashfur,
When somebody breaks my heart.
I'll remember Barley,
When me and my siblings are far apart.

I'll remember Ivypool,
When I try to be the best.
I'll remember Firestar,
When my loyalty's put to the test.

I'll remember Crookedstar,
If someone abandons me.
I'll remember Ravenpaw,
If I ever have to flee.

I'll remember Jayfeather,
When I have a strange dream.
I'll think of Cherrytail and Sparrowpelt,
Whenever I eat cream.

I'll always think of Cinderpelt,
When my leg is sore.
I'll remember Longtail,
When I can see no more.

I'll remember the many battles,
When I see conflict or strife.
I promise to remember all these cats,
For the rest of my life.

Copy and paste this on your profile you're TOTALLY in love with Warriors!

Now fun stuff about me:

.:EARTH:.

You are physically strong.

You have a close connection with nature.

You don't mind getting dirty.

You form strong opinions on issues that concern you.

You could easily survive in the wild.

You care about the environment.

You can easily focus on your work without getting distracted.

You rarely get depressed.

You aren't afraid of anything.

You prefer to have a strict set of rules.

2/10... not cool, I'm not a strong person... XD

.:AIR:.

You have a free spirit.

You hate rules.

You prefer to be out in the open rather than in small, enclosed spaces.

You hate to be restrained.

You are very independent and outgoing.

You are quite intelligent.

You tend to be impatient.

You are easily distracted.

You can sometimes be hyperactive and/or annoying.

You wish you could fly.

7/10, pwetty good!

.:DARKNESS:.

You spend most of your time alone

You prefer nighttime over daytime.

You like creepy things.

You like to play tricks on people.

Black is your favorite color.

You prefer the villains over the heroes in movies, TV shows, video games, etc.

You don't talk much (not in public anyways... Online is whole different thing!)

You are atheist.

You don't mind watching scary movies. (NONONONOONONONONNOONON0)

You love to break the rules.

3/10... I only prefer villians BECUZ, feel bad for them, and two, heros are often Mary Sues or Jayson Sues...

.:LIGHT:.

You are very polite. (Sorta, depending on whom.)

You are spiritual.

When someone is in trouble, you never hesitate to help them. (most of them anyways...)

You believe everything you see or hear.

You are afraid of the dark.

You hate violence.

You hope for world peace.

You are generally a happy person.

Everyone loves to be around you.

You always follow the rules.

7/10, I suppose I'm half light and half air!

What's Your Villain Name? (Take the first half of your favorite character's name and the last half of your least favorite character). Sandleaf (Sandstorm and Spottedleaf)

What's Your Kittypet Name? (Take your favorite warriors name and mix the letters up. Sand is the only one I can think of.

What's Your Half-Clan Name? (Take something to do with one clan and add something to do with the other clan). Willowleaf

Rogue Name? (First Random object you think of).Mango

I also hate chain messages but I'll post it anyways

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

Boys Aren't Jerks

girl: Slow down, I'm scared.

Boy: No this is fun.

Girl: No its not! Please its to scary!

Boy:Then tell me you love me.

Girl:Fine I love you. Slow down!

Boy: Now give me a BIG hug!

Girl: *hugs him*

Boy:Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? Its bugging me.

Girl: Alright, now slow down.

Boy:I love you babe.

In the paper the next day...a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only 1 had survived.The truth was that halfway down the road, the boy realized that his brakes broke,but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. If you love anyone this much re-post this...and...the love of your life will realize that they feel the same... DON'T BREAK THIS! Tomorrow will be the best day of your life.However,if you don't post this by at least 12:00 tonight you will have bad luck the rest of your love life. Guys post this as "I Would Do This For My Girl. Girls post this as "Boys Aren't Jerks.

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind. When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply. When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around. When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all. When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying. When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever. When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered. When a girl says "I love you." she means it. When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that. Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person. Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him. The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him. The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.". If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life. If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you. Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you. Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere. So get ready for the biggest shock of your life. If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

Did u know before u go to sleep at night there is one person of the opposite gender is thinking of you .they want to kiss you ,they want to be with you they are always thinking about you bfore they go to sleep at night they are longing to be with you this is not at all fake if you post within 5 mins the person who is longing for you will approach you in 1 month and ask you out or grab you and kiss you . but if u break this chain no1 will ask u out in 5 years

A guy wrote this... why do boys fall in love with girls? (This was written by a guy) Don't break this; it's so sweet! :)

1. They will always smell good even if it's just shampoo.

2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.

3. How cute they look when they sleep.

4. The ease in which they fit into our arms.

5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.

6. How cute they are when they eat.

7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.

8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.

9. The way they look good no matter what they wear.

10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on this earth.

11. How cute they are when they argue.

12. The way her hand always finds yours.

13. The way they smile.

14. The way you feel when you see their name on the your cell after you just had a big fight.

15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" - even though you know that an hour later...

16. The way that they kiss after you have had a fight.

17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you".

18. Actually...Just the way they kiss you...

19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.

20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.

21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt. i think every girl is guilty of this :)

22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt (even though we don't admit it).

23. The way they say "I miss you".

24. The way you miss them.

25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...

Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt. This chain started in 2002. It is a love chain letter. In an hour you are supposed to repost this. Congratulations!! You have been chosen to participate in the LONGEST and the LUCKIEST chain letter on the internet. Once you read this letter, you must IMMEDIATELY (meaning within the hour) post it with the title "why do boys fall in love with girls? " After you send it, make a wish and it will come true...

now if you are is Christian, read this please

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

YAYYYYYYYY later!!!!!!