The fire lion is a very rare sight. It can be found in the wetlands of India and the forests in the ocean. Usually they are seen eating Chinese or Russian food. If you get to close to one, they might turn into a tree. Young fire lions are usually accompanied wherever they go by a rabid cockroach that acts as their guard. If you’re careful, you might see one. If you’re not, it might explode! Don’t look into the eyes of a teenage fire lion for too long, or you’ll start feeling like you ate a ton of pizza.
I shuddered at the thought of being SHOUTED at. I could almost hear somebody’s voice cutting through the cold MISTY air. I FRANTICALLY wondered where everyone else was. I could feel the cold mist cut into my bones, freezing them as my breath curled up in the air like a spiral of smoke rising from a fire. Deep in the mist, I could hear GRAVE voices speaking quietly. Who were they? What did they want? I look the other way, and saw a flash of CRIMSON in the corner of my vision. I shrunk back, unsure of what would happen.
There is a place called the ring of fire where natural disasters happen most.
Earthquakes happen all the time.
80% of the natural disasters happen in the ring of fire.
Why do tectonic plates float?
How do the plates change the shape of the continent?
I understand that the ring of fire is a more dangerous place to live than places like Australia.
The icy air stung my eyes, as I looked over the wall, afraid of what I would see. All I saw was fog, covering everything beyond the wall. Soon through the thickening sheet of fog, I saw two figures running away from something. Something hidden in the fog. Something dark. Something evil. Although they ran quickly, they were still not making enough progress to escape it. Deep in my stomach, I could feel the dread rising and I dropped my gaze and fell down the back of the wall. I could feel that this thing would come for us all.
Review: I think that the genre of this book was adventure and fiction. I think it was adventure because it’s about groups of cats living in a forest around a lake, and they get into battles and things like fires and droughts happen. I think its fiction because there is no such thing as the place that they live in the real world and the cats and their clans don’t really exist. Something that surprised me was when Mistystar decided to close RiverClan’s border, because before this book Mistystar was always a sensible character. My favorite part is when Twigpaw and Finpaw (a cat from SkyClan who came with her to ThunderClan) are accepted and get their full names, which means that they completed training, and they are accepted into the clan.
My favourite character in this book is Twigpaw, because she is the positive and encouraging character that keeps going even if others are trying to stop her, and she only does what she thinks is right and not what other people tell her.
I would recommend this book to people who like cats and who aren’t bothered by a bit of fighting or annoying characters. I would say the age group for reading this book is for everyone that likes all the things listed and has an understanding of tier 2+ language.
Summary: This book was about what happened when Twigpaw (one of the main characters) left SkyClan to go back to ThunderClan because she didn’t feel that she was at home, and the things that she had to do to let ThunderClan accept her since she had already left ThunderClan before. It was also, about how the rouge cat Tree that Needletail showed Violetshine had to fit in to SkyClan even though he didn’t want to become a warrior or medicine cat. This made the book interesting because these 2 characters shared the problem of having to fit in and have the other characters accept them.
Overall, I would rate this book 4½ out of 5.
The eggs sat on the table, grinning at the rabid squirrels that had put them there as the squirrels nommed on salty lollipops. Outside the window in the warm winter air, a sick astronaut floated around and played go fish with a talking pink dog. Down the street the leaves practised their martial art skills on the dirt that floated in the sky. My neighbour was walking their goldfish across the air and eating some nails while they went. A worm was chasing a bird with an iron-studded club and trying to hit it. Today was a completely normal day.
People are debating to change the date.
Aboriginals don’t like the date because it’s when they got invaded.
The first fleet landed in Sydney cove.
If the date gets changed, what day will it be changed to?
What is a good way to decide the new date?
I understand why people want to change the date of Australia day.
Yesterday my father dropped his cup,
Yesterday his cup he dropped.
He dropped it over the paddocks.
Over the paddocks, he dropped his cup.
On a summer afternoon, he dropped it,
He dropped it on a summer afternoon.
It broke the sound barrier that day,
The sound barrier that day it broke.
The cup was bigger than my head,
Bigger than my head was the cup.
It startled the animals and it scared the sheep,
Startling the animals and scaring the sheep,
He sent me out to find it today.
I found it but how do I get it back?
The world is very funny.
It seems to involve a lot of money.
But what if I was in charge?
Would the people be very large?
Would I make more rivers and forests?
Or would I keep all the money in a closet?
Would I make people have rights and money?
Or would I go and eat all the honey?
Would I make everyone have what they need?
Or would I give to the wealthy, seeds?
It’s a big and questioning question, this.
Would I succeed or would I miss?
I wonder what would happen.
If I was in charge.