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And also! May it be about OC’s that I’ve made, or…?

Hi, Turtle. I’m almost done with my story, but I ended up going over the word limit. Do you think you could raise the word maximum, or should I try to shorten it? 🙂

May I?

1. would love to join!
2. What’s a canon?
3. too many ships to choose from!

Here is my story but it’s another one cuz my other one didn’t send for some reason. It’s a different ship though. I’m doing JayXHalf. It’s not the exact same story, but it has some of the same parts as my other one that didn’t send correctly.

[spoiler title=”HalfXJay Story”] The sky was painted with orange and pink as Jayfeather ran towards the shore.
“Stick, stick, stick where are you?” He wanted to go back to Half Moon. He loved her but couldn’t tell her. Or at least couldn’t tell her as Jayfeather. He saw his scarred stick at the foot of a birch.
“There you are!” Jayfeather but his paws on the stick, closed his sightless blue eyes and pressed his nose on a scar. When he opened his eyes, he found himself at the entrance of the Tribe Of Rushing Water’s cave. He ran inside looking around. Everyone was sleeping in there nest, so he tried to keep quiet. He made his way to the back of the cave where the Stoneteller’s nest was. He saw Half Moon’s glowing white pelt. Her ears twitched and she lifted her head. She blinked sleep out of her eyes.
“J-Jay’s Wing? Jay’s Wing!” Her bright green eyes were now wide.
“Half- Stoneteller!” Jayfeather exclaimed.
“Please, call me Half Moon. I’m not very fond of the idea of tribe names.” she replied. Jayfeather nodded. Jayfeather’s paws itched. Please don’t ask where i’ve been. Please StarClan! he thought.
Half Moon gestured with her tail for him to sit. Jayfeather purred so loud, he could barely hear the river running. Half Moon started to groom his pelt. “I’ve missed you a lot. I’ve been kinda lonely without-” before she finished, a black pelt jumped into the den. “I deserve to be Stoneteller. Half Moon, prepare to die.” the strange cat snarled. “Who are you?”Jayfeather sprung to his paws. “That’s none of your concern, kit!” the newcomer spat. Half Moon said nothing but she started lashing out with her paws. Jayfeather joined her. “I wasn’t expecting to fight two cats.” muttered the black cat. Half Moon shoved the cat’s face in the moonlight. “Who are you?” she hissed. “I’m Moss That Lies On Rock. I was born here about 13 moons ago. I left as a kit. Did you not notice?” she growled. Half Moon stared at her in disbelief, but kept her claws on her throat. The black she-cat couldn’t breath. “P-please. . .stop!” she breathed out. “No, fox heart. Why would you ever leave?” Moss didn’t respond. “Eat dirt, mouse-brain!” Jayfeather spat. He kicked gravel and dirt on the new cat. Moss wriggled underneath Half Moon’s grip, growling, then she started pelting towards a hole on the roof. Jayfeather swung his paw but he missed and Moss escaped. He fell. But he didn’t just fall, he fell on Half Moon. “I-I-”
“I love you Jay’s Wing. Don’t ever leave me again.” Half Moon finished for him. Jayfeather shut his eyes and after a moment’s thinking, he meowed, “Of course my love. I’ll never let you out of my sight.” Part of him disagreed. He licked Half Moon’s cheek and nuzzled her ear with his jaw. They both curled up in the nest and fell asleep together. [/spoiler]

I hope you like it!

Fireheart’s Forbidden Love by Frecklefern
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Fireheart looked up at the beautiful sky. The leaves, as auburn as they get, gently fluttered down, twirling in the leaf-fall wind. One landed in the river, and Fireheart, heart lifted by nature, followed. He reached a bend in the river, and across from him, he saw the most beautiful she-cat he’d never imagined. He watched her slowly pad into the water, soaking her gorgeous pelt. She returned with a minnow in her mouth, her long fur shining like the sun.
“Hello,” Fireheart chirped.
The silver cat dropped the fish in shock. If flopped back into the current, but she didn’t care. Back arched, she hissed, with clenched teeth, “What are you doing here, kittypet? This isn’t a place for kits!”
“I’m Fireheart, and I just wanna know you name.”
“Silverstream,” she growled. “Now skedaddle.”
“Okay,” Fireheart smiled. “See you soon!”
“Not,” Silverstream huffed, diving for another fish.
A couple days later, Fireheart couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to see Silverstream again.
So Fireheart concocted a plan. He went to the same, shimmering and fish-full spot, knowing that Silverstream would surely come. He soon saw her approach and flailed around, quite horribly and unrealistically pretending to drown.
Silverstream sighed, “Uh… what are you doing?”
“Um, dr-drowning?”
“Can’t you drown in your own territory?”
“Ah, but who’d save me there?”
“I don’t know, your Clan mates?”
“But you’re a better choice!”
The two bickered restlessly, until Fireheart said, “So, you come here often, eh? Nice spot… I can see why you like it!”
“It’s my fishing spot. Where I fish. For fish.”
“I’ve never had a fish before, may I try one?”
“I’m gonna regret this,” Silverstream grumbled, diving into the rushing currents. She surfaced with the tiniest fish Fireheart had ever seen.
“I am so breaking the Code right now. Here.” She kicked the tiny neon fish at Fireheart, who willingly took a bite.
“Delicious! But not as good as squirrel.”
“Is that an insult?”
“No way!”
After they parted, Fireheart knew he was in love.
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Moons later, Fireheart was in that same spot, watching his mate die on the glittering rocks. Her two wriggling kits squealed, wanting milk.
“Silverstream,” Fireheart panted. “Please, don’t go. Let us name our kits.”
” This one… is Blazekit, named after… you.”
“And this one is Stripekit, for you.”
“Thank you, my love…” Silverstream nuzzled Fireheart, who watched in sadness as she closed her eyes, never opening them again.
“No!” Fireheart cried. He scooped up his kits and returned to his Clan, who accepted his crime. Bluestar understood, saying she knew the pain. Fireheart nodded.
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Firestar, asleep, saw the stars wiggle. He watched his old mate, Silverstream, appear from Silverpelt to stand before him.
“There will be three,” she said. “Kin of our kin. They will hold the stars in their paws.”
“Okay, my love,” Fireheart choked, tears welling in his green eyes. Silverstream nuzzled him, and, with the soft words, “Goodbye, my love. Till next we meet,” she vanished, leaving Firestar alone in the dark.
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Blazestream nodded at her three kits, Silverkit, Stormkit, and Waterkit. It had been moons since her brother, Stripeheart, had sacrificed himself to save the Tribe of Rushing Water from a mountain lion. He was such a good sibling…
Silverkit was born blind, but she could see in her dreams. Stormkit was so strong, as if he could never be beat. And Waterkit, she had super senses. She could see and hear things that were far.
Blazestream looked at her kits. Her father once told her a prophecy from her mother, and these kits were it…
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Firestar was crushed by a tree. Slowly, he watched himself die. Then, he saw his escort to StarClan. Savior who took him away from the Great Battle. His love.
He saw Silverstream.
She led him to the stars, were Firestar was reunited with his mate and son, and soon, he’d have his whole family here with him.