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  • Hello hello! Welcome to my short story contest:)
    ~If you wish to participate, read the rules/this comment *carefully* before you start writing your story~

    -R U L E S-

    1. Reply to this comment with your final and complete story to enter your short story into the contest (And just in case your worried that I might not see your story, I’ll reply ” In! ” under your story to let you know I saw your story)

    2. Your story must be at least 500 words and no longer than 1,000 words (If you write your story over the word limit, I’ll still accept it, as long as it’s not too long)

    [Use this site to help keep count of how many words you have in your story;
    https://wordcounter.net/ ]

    3. You must submit your story by June 5th, or else your story will not be accepted.

    4. I will announce the winners on the here sometime in June and if the winner does not see my announcement about the winner for over two weeks, the prizes will all go to the runner up.
    (I’ll post this page’s link regularly on the Tavern, Fan Fiction Organization, and the Fan Fiction page in case you lose the link)

    5. You can write about anything you want, but if you can’t think of anything, feel free to ask me and I can give you a few ideas for your story.

    The WINNER of this contest will receive;
    1. One secret page
    2. A short story written by me about anything you want
    3. A mystery prize

    Btw, if you have any questions about the contest, feel free to ask me:)

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    • Ok so I wrote this for another contest that never ended up happening, but I liked it so I’ll use it for this! In this short story, I will be attempting to make a very unlikable character (Rainflower) likable! Just want to be VERY clear that I am not defending Rainflower’s actions. Rainflower is my least favorite character in the entire series. Anyway here’s my entry!

      Rainflower gazed at her two sons as they played. Stormkit and Oakkit… they were perfect. She loved them both more than her own life, though if she was being truthful, Stormkit held a special place in her heart. Her mate Shellheart, made his way over to the kits, and Rainflower watched as he taught them a simple battle move. Love fizzed inside Rainflower and she sighed happily. Her family was perfect. Nothing would ever change that.
      Stormkit’s eyes wandered away from his brother and father, and they lit up when they found Rainflower. He bounded over to her, colliding into her side as she wrapped her tail around him. “Hi Mama,” he squeaked.
      The sound of his voice was enough to make Rainflower’s heart ache with love. “Hello, my perfect warrior,” she purred. “How has your day been?”
      Stormkit giggled. “It was fun. Oakkit wanted to swim in the river, but I told him that we shouldn’t because you would be scared.” His round eyes fixed on her. “It makes me sad when you’re scared.”
      Rainflower curled her tail tighter around him. “You truly are perfect, Stormkit,” she murmured. “No mother could ask for a better son.”
      Stormkit blinked. “Do you think I can be leader one day?”
      Rainflower nodded. “I know you can. You can do anything you set your mind to, as long as you believe in yourself. Can you promise me you will always believe in yourself?”
      Stormkit’s tiny whiskers quivered. “Uh huh. I promise!” he mewed confidently. “I’ll make you proud, Rainflower.”
      Rainflower watched as Stormkit drifted off to sleep. “You already have, my brave little warrior,” she whispered.

      “My kits! Where are they?!” Rainflower screeched frantically. Cold dread seeped through her. What if they were lost in ThunderClan territory? What if they fell in the river? What if they were scared and alone? The worst thought possible entered Rainflower’s mind, and it brought her to tears.
      What if they were dead? What if she had failed, and lost the only thing that really mattered to her: her kits?
      Shellheart drew Rainflower close to him. “We will find them,” he promised her. “We will find them and they will be just fine. I know it.”
      Rainflower shuddered. “I can’t lose them. It will break me. It will simply break me,” she sobbed.
      “We found them!”
      Rainflower jerked her head up at Brightsky’s triumphant mew. She cried out with relief and her legs gave out as she saw Oakkit racing over to her. He collapsed against her, shaking violently. Rainflower licked him fiercely to warm him up.
      “Rainflower,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry we snuck out of camp!”
      “Shhh,” Rainflower soothed. “It’s all okay now. All that matters is that you are safe.”
      Oakkit stared at her with huge eyes. “You aren’t mad?”
      Rainflower buried her nose into his soft fur. “Never. I love you too much to be angry.” A sudden realization hit her, and her belly lurched. “Where is Stormkit?” she choked out.
      Brambleberry padded over to her, her face pained with grief. “Come with me, Rainflower. There’s something I must tell you.”
      And just like that, everything changed.

      Rainflower walked with Brambleberry, her legs shaking. “He’s dead, isn’t he?” she whispered. “My baby is dead.” The words made her feel sick, and she suddenly couldn’t see a way out of the dark. She couldn’t see herself ever finding happiness again.
      Brambleberry closed her eyes. “He’s alive, but just barely. I don’t think I can save him Rainflower. You have to say goodbye.”
      Rainflower shook her head slowly. “No…” she whimpered. She shook her head more rapidly, until the world around her was just a confusing blur and her voice rose to a chilling shriek. “No!” How was it that just days earlier, Stormkit had been talking about being leader? How was it that the beautiful life ahead of him was gone?

      “Rainflower?” Brambleberry called gently as she stepped into the nursery. “Stormkit survived the night. He’s very badly injured, but he survived the night. Would you like to visit him?”
      Rainflower expected to feel overwhelming joy and relief, but instead felt nothing. She felt empty. Rainflower stared blankly at Brambleberry. “But you said he was going to die.” Her voice sounded hollow and far away.
      Brambleberry lowered her gaze. “He still might, Rainflower. I won’t lie to you. But you should see him. It will help your grief.”
      Rainflower made a choice in that moment. She couldn’t go through that kind of agony ever again. She refused to let anyone get her hopes so high that when she fell, it would kill her. She couldn’t allow herself to get attached to something that she could lose in a heartbeat. She couldn’t love her son like she once had, in fear of losing him. In would hurt to shut him out, but if she didn’t and she lost him again, it would destroy her. It was the only way.
      Rainflower would just have to get used to the pain.

      Moons passed. Seasons changed. Leaves fell and gave way to flowers. Bare trees bloomed to life. Rainflower watched her son grow to hate her, never to know that the only thing she felt when she looked at him was love. When she saw his face, his crooked, ugly, perfect, beautiful face, she felt love so strong she could hardly breathe, but the love died away to reveal fear and misery, and Rainflower had to remind herself why she shut him out. He would only know his mother as the she-cat who gave him a name that reflected his flaws: Crookedjaw. And he was right to hate her. She had done nothing to make him feel otherwise.
      At least she still had Oakheart. Oakheart was the one light in her life. Shellheart left her due to her treatment of Crookedjaw, and the she-cats who had once been her best friends thought she was a monster. But she would always have Oakheart. She treasured her son, and did everything in her power to make sure no harm would ever come to him To make sure that he would never leave her. Oakheart got everything, and Crookedjaw was given nothing. It made her sad.
      But it was her choice. She had to live with it, and she had to die with it.

      Rainflower finished the last bite of her mouse and licked her lips. She was thirsty. She thought about telling someone that she was going to the shore, but knew that no one would care. She rose to her paws and padded towards the river bank.
      Just as she bent her head to take a sip of water, a massive force caused Rainflower to be lifted off of her paws. Time seemed to slow, and even though Rainflower knew she should feel scared, she only felt peace. I’m flying… she thought in her dreamy state of mind, but Rainflower was no bird. She had to wings to set her free. She could only fall. Agony erupted in her head as she slammed to the ground with a sickening thud. It took a great deal of effort to open her eyes, and when she did she was met with the sight of her son. Crookedjaw.
      He stared at her for a long moment, and Rainflower longed to call out to him. To tell him everything. To tell him how sorry she was, and how much she loved him. For at that moment, Rainflower realized that by shutting him out to keep him, she only lost everything. But each breath got harder to take in. Each one sent sharp pains through her body.
      The last thing Rainflower ever saw before the darkness engulfed her was Crookedjaw turning around, leaving her to die alone.

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    • It is a little over the word limit:

      Let me tell you a story, one of magic and mischief; of love and of loss; of friendships and failures; of trials and tribulations (and trust me, there were plenty of both); let me tell you the stories of the gods.

      They rule over the heavens and the earth; the seen and unseen; the sky and what lies below. They’ve created heroes and villains. They are neither good nor evil in most cases. They are powerful beings, signifying the beginning and end of all. They existed in a time long before anyone–alive today that is–can remember. Now, we whisper stories that have been passed down through history. This is a book of those. Some might say, the tale to end all tales.

      Contained in here, you’ll find the witty, outsmarting King’s with their twisted tongues; the lovers, bringers of life and, for lack of a better word, love; the dreamers, always chasing after their next fantasy that only they can see; the protectors, those who look after their own and keep the peace; the warriors, slayers of beasts and men, both with their biting words and steel; the muses, inspirations for these very myths you’ll find inside.

      These are their adventures, their lives. I am simply the one putting it to paper. You’ll hear of all kinds of creatures, sirens with their haunting songs, griffins with their mighty wings, witches with their wicked powers, or creatures from the Underworld itself with their evil spirit.

      Remember to not be afraid, these are only stories after all. Believed by some, scorned by others. These are the stories of a million lifetimes and none at all. These are the stories of our past and our future and everything that lies in between. These are the stories of cities that rose and fell. These are the stories of everyone and no one. These are the stories of the gods.

      …

      The Gods rule over all creatures and answer to none. You will hear stories of Athena and her wit. Ares and his anger. Aphrodite and her lovers. Apollo and his ego. Artemis and her bow. Hestia and her hearth. You will hear stories of families and friendships, some familiar, some not. Let us start with one slightly more well known than the others may be, the original tale of Beauty and her Beast.

      Kore grew up in glens and meadows filled with blooming flowers. A painting of color and life with her only a character in it’s midst. Her mother, Demeter, wasn’t the most devoted of them all. She loved her daughter, that was never a question, but like all God’s, she grew bored easily. She was forgetful and Kore was barely more than a nymph, not even a speck of power on Demeter’s rader then. And so, she was forgotten. Left to her own devices in the field of spirits of the grain keeping a watchful eye on her.

      As time passed, she grew tired of her dull life. She enjoyed seeing the humans, yes, but she craved something more. Every night, the shadows fell over the fields, transforming the vibrant setting into something more. Something beautiful, just in a different way. It was as night fell, that her mind wandered. Caught on the hooting of owls, the gentle unfolding of white blossoms in the moon’s light. The song of something more, calling her to the woods by her home. One day, she decided to listen to that siren song.

      She left her mother’s watchful eyes, venturing into the forest and finding solace among the swaying of the leaves. While she was there, a set of deep purple eyes began to notice the Goddess dancing across the dirt. A kind voice began to whisper in her ear, drawing her farther from home. She went willingly, don’t doubt that. She viewed the forest, the voice, as freedom. A seductive promise of power she didn’t turn away from. Finally, in a clearing that carried the scent of jasmine on a breeze, she paused. Her ginger hair whipped in the wind, spinning at the sudden cyclone that was beginning to warp the earth. The ground gave out from under her feet, pulling her into the darkness that had been her peace for so long. When she stopped falling, she was on a floor of gleaming onyx, blue flames spilled light across the ground beneath her. Her hazel eyes turned upward, but instead of seeing the sky that had greeted her for so long, she was met with the dark eyes that had haunted her dreams. Eyes the deepest purple that shifted to ebony if you dared to meet them long enough. She did of course, Kore grew up under the same night sky his eyes reflected. It’s gaze had carried her to sleep, why fear it now?

      “You are the nymph then? Demeter’s daughter?” The man questioned, voice smoother than the silk she had seen her mother wear.

      “Yes,” she answered, pushing the tremble from her voice. She had no more powers than a nymph, so she didn’t bother to correct him.

      “I’ve seen you at night. That is when you come to life, when darkness has fallen you seem to thrive.”

      “Is that why you brought me here?” She asked, turning her gaze to the splendor of the palace around her. She was answered by a nod.

      “You are free to leave of course,” he said, voice a bare whisper. “I do ask you look around first though.

      . . .

      That day, Persephone listened to his request. She walked through the meadows, brushing through the tall grass and waving to the whispering souls. She became colder, thoughts drifting to her mother in anger the first few nights. Her mother who hadn’t even noticed she was gone, that stung. Persephone began to learn more about her true abilities, it was as though traveling to the Underworld unlocked something inside her. Outside her window, things began to grow. Plants followed her every step but she could wilt them with a touch.

      She talked with Hades over dinner every night. About their dreams. Their hopes. Their lives. He spoke of things she never thought about. He spoke of the gods and their truth.

      Hades didn’t like her name. Kore; it meant maiden. He knew of her new powers and suggested something one night he thought fit her better.

      Many moons had risen and fallen since she had arrived. One night though, Hermes appeared during dinner.

      “Your mother needs you Kore,” he said, a flicker of fear in his eyes. “The mortals do as well.” Her eyes shot to Hades who shrugged. A silent reminder of what he’d promised her since the beginning. He’d never offered her love, he’d given her freedom. But now, she had to return to her cage.

      Her eyes became stone as she counted out six pomegranate seeds, meeting the violet eyes of the man across from her. A tendril of jasmine wrapped around her wrist as she looked up, swallowing the six seeds. “I am Persephone,” she whispered, “Bringer of death.”

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    • A rabbit. It was the third one Haresong has seen. She had no intent of catching any. She was following Vinewhisper. Tracking Vinewhisper. She needed to know where he was. Where was he? He could be dead,he could have been kidnapped,murdered,poisoned. Where was he where was he where was-

      He. He stood at the border of WindClan territory. He stood at the border and was talking to someone. He stood at the border and was talking to a cat that smelled strongly of unknown land. Of flowers she didn’t recognize and soft grass she had never felt. WindClan grass was tough and springy,WindClan grass taught kitten-soft spirits to harden.

      She couldn’t breathe. Her mate stood and was talking to a cat with a spark in his eyes he never had when talking to her. She couldn’t breathe. Her mate was talking to a tomcat with a spark in his eyes he never had when talking to her. She couldn’t breathe. Had she ever been able to breathe? Was her life made up of sucking in air and losing it when something forced it out of her,took away the life it held and left her with nothing but the bare instincts of her body.

      Her body. Her body that shook with laughter and withered with sadness,her crazed body. A body that didn’t know what to do. A body that never knew what to do. A body that was torn between scratching his eyes and collapsing on the ground,sinking into the earth and letting it reclaim her soul.

      He spun around,the swirling mix of emotions in his eyes matching hers. But while his was made up of fear,glinting in hazel irises like flickering starlight,hers was made up of anger,reflecting from slitted pupils with so much heat and pain it could sear the flesh of any living creature she lay it upon.

      He opened his mouth,and she flinched away like the words he said next were rocks. They ripped open invisible wounds and formed scars no one else could see.

      His name was Magpie. He smiled at her after Vinewhisper finished speaking. She hated him. She hated him with every inch of her being. He was evil. He was taking Vinewhisper from her.

      Vinewhisper.

      Vinewhisper betrayed her. Vinewhisper said he loved her. Vinewhisper told the clan he loved her. Vinewhisper loved another cat.

      She hated him. She hated him she hated him she hated him she hated him she hated him-

      She unsheathed her claws.

      …

      She sat in front of Mottledstar,his yellow eyes piercing her skin. She sat in front of Hawkswoop, her fluffy brown fur and large build no longer making her look friendly,but instead towering and powerful. She sat in front of friends and family with bloodstained paws and rambling pleads. Haresong sat in front of everyone and was banished for killing a clanmate.

      Haresong attacked Mottledstar.

      Heathertooth dragged her off. Her teeth didn’t feel heather soft. She twisted around,seeing VInewhisper’s face instead of the she-cat’s. And Heathertooth saw the last things she ever would in those moments.

      Haresong blinded her.

      Hawkswoop grabbed her and Flamesoar clawed her and Heathertooth shrieked and Mottledstar shouted orders and colors flashed and light danced and blood poured and vision blurred and breathing stopped and Haresong fought and cried and screamed.

      Three cats died that day,Vinewhisper,Magpie,and Haresong.

      Heathertooth’s eyes never recovered,Flamesoar went on with shredded ears,Mottledstar gained a new scar on his chest,Blackpaw struggled with ptsd. Seasons passed,kits were born, relationships broke and shattered,but no one ever repeated the incident,for the story of Haresong was passed down. Generation after generation learned of her treachery,cats bitter after breakups were watched carefully and given lessons on how to manage their anger.

      The molly still lurks in the Dark Forest,unable to fade or get revenge,trapped for moons to come. She will rot in the place of no stars,plotting with other residents over things they’ll never be able to do. Her wounds will never heal,always a reminder of what she did to get them and who made each one.

      No cat is completely pure,but some are worse than others. Haresong is one of them.

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    • Okay this fanfic is horrible
      So sorry

      Dawn light spilled into the warriors’ den, and Dawnwhisker was shocked to see she was the first one to get up. “Ivypelt,” she meowed playfully, “why aren’t you up yet?”
      But the gray and white tabby warrior made no sign of waking up.
      Sighing, Dawnwhisker leaned in, but gagged at a stench. “What…”
      And then she saw it.
      She saw Ivypelt’s once bright blue eyes dull and faded. Her sleek and shiny pelt, so well-groomed that many had called her Sleekshinepelt, was ragged.
      “Ivypelt,” she whispered.
      Dawnwhisker remembered seeing the warrior coughing and looking feeble the day before. Ottersnow had advised Ivypelt to stay put, and the deputy, Reedtail, told her to rest as well. The medicine cat apprentice Larchfur had seemed angry when Ivypelt just stalked into the medicine den, ignoring the worries.
      Stumbling, she bumped into a sleeping form.
      “What…” Lilyleaf, her sister, muttered.
      Dawnwhisker ran to the medicine den, desperately hoping she was wrong, and Ivypelt was just having a bad sleep. “Ottersnow?” she gasped.
      The gray tabby peeked out. “What is it?” she asked warily. “Please don’t disturb if it’s not important.”
      “It is, I think,” replied Dawnwhisker anxiously. “Ivypelt. She’s…” She didn’t dare finish the sentence, but Ottersnow seemed to have understood.
      She shot up, pushed past Dawnwhisker and padded to the warriors’ den, her pawsteps rushed.
      “Oh, StarClan!”
      A cry rang dawn, and Dawnwhisker wished to climb in a hole and stay there forever.

      The unruly coincidences of Ivypelt’s unruly actions were truly horrifying, and it affected all cats. When Roseleap thought she wasn’t feeling well, she immediately retreated to the medicine den. Snowypaw and Maplepaw did, too. Eventually, the den was too full for others to come in, and it led to the death of a real greencough patient: Slatefoot.
      “No,” whispered the young deputy.
      Snowypaw had slid out of the medicine den, looking sorry for Reedtail. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
      Reedtail whipped his head around, his eyes blazing, and Snowypaw instinctively crouched down, her eyes sparking fear.
      “It’s not your fault,” he meowed finally, his voice heavy with grief. “She was like a mother to me.”
      “I know. Sorry. I really am sorry.”
      When Lilyleaf claimed she wasn’t feeling good and she wanted to go to the medicine den, Dawnwhisker stopped her.
      “No,” Dawnwhisker snapped.
      Lilyleaf blinked, and coughed. “But I really am sick,” she insisted.
      “You saw what happened to Slatefoot!” Dawnwhisker replied. “Just stay still.”
      Lilyleaf’s shoulders sagged. “Very well,” she replied, her voice ragged, and Dawnwhisker was alarmed to see the dullness in her sister’s eyes. Maybe Lilyleaf really was sick? For real?

      The next day, Lilyleaf was moved to the medicine den.
      “Why didn’t she come to me?” fumed Ottersnow, grazing Dawnwhisker with her gaze.
      “I told her not to,” whispered Dawnwhisker. “I thought she wasn’t really…”
      “But she was! She should at least checked with me!” Ottersnow snarled. She whirled away. “If she dies, it’s all your fault!”
      Alarm pricked Dawnwhisker’s pelt. It was, and would be.
      “Rainingsky said she wasn’t feeling well. Should I bring her?”
      Ottersnow ignored the question, and Larchfur answered. “Yes. I’ll check.”
      Dawnwhisker glanced at him gratefully. “Rainingsky,” she called for her mother. “You should come. Check with Larchfur.”
      The pale gray tabby she-cat gazed at Dawnwhisker. “Really?” she croaked.
      “Yes!”
      Rainingsky’s dark blue eyes flickered for a moment, and she nodded. “How’s Lilyleaf?”
      Dawnwhisker hesitated. The white she-cat was definitely not well. But… “She’s fine,” she told her.
      Rainingsky visibly relaxed. “Good,” she breathed. And she followed her daughter out, heaving.
      Larchfur decided Rainingsky had whitecough, and that she should stay for the night. “I’ll tell you if it gets worse,” he promised Dawnwhisker.
      Dawnwhisker dipped her head to her loyal childhood friend. “Thanks,” she murmured.
      “This is my duty,” answered Larchfur solemnly.
      “Yes, please do tell me if she gets worse. Lilyleaf, too. I can’t lose them.”
      “I know you can’t, and I’ll make sure you won’t.”

      Larchfur only brought bad news. He, with a heavy heart, had told her Lilyleaf was likely to die, and that Rainingsky was in no better state than Lilyleaf.
      “No,” Dawnwhisker whispered, her fur bristling.
      “I’m really sorry, Dawnwhisker.”
      “It’s fine. Of course it’s fine.”
      “I know your father died before you were even born. But he died honorably, questioning the evildoer Bitterheart.”
      “Larchfur, just shut up. I get it.” Dawnwhisker was choking on her tears. “But Lilyleaf and Rainingsky died from sickness.”
      “They will die from fighting greencough.”
      That was how Dawnwhisker lost her family, whole.

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    • Blueberry: A Short Play (626 words 3,568 characters)
      by Firepaw/moon

      Blueberry: One day, I will change the forest. The clans will know my name.
      Flowerpaw: Are you saying that you will save the clans from the dogs, mentor?
      Blueberry: [smiles]
      Flowerpaw: [squels] Oh my! My mentor will save us! Blueberry will save us all! [scampers off the tell the other cats the news]
      [later… at night]
      Blueberry: [stands up and walks out of the warrior den]
      Vinetail: What are you doing? Going to save the clan?
      Blueberry: [whisper] Hush, you must not wake the other cats.
      Vinetail: [whisper] Alright… But what are you doing?
      Blueberry: [whisper] Call me a dreamer, but I plan to change the clans.
      Vinetail: [whisper] If you’re going to see the dogs-
      Blueberry: [cuts off, whisper] I’ll take care of myself. Don’t fear.
      Vinetail: Alright then…
      [the next day, around sunup]
      Flowerpaw: The dogs! They are coming!
      Greenstar: [comes out of den] What is going on? What is the noise?
      Vinetail: The dogs are coming! Blueberry rushed into the camp just a moment ago to warn us!
      Greenstar: Blueberry, is this true?
      Blueberry: Yes. After I killed one of the seven dogs-
      Greenstar: You killed a dog!? No wonder you look so bloody… I knew Dullstar should have given you a better warrior name… You are fierce…
      Blueberry: You could always change my name… But there is no time for that! We must protect ourselves!
      Greenstar: Why don’t we attack? You have already killed one by yourself.
      Blueberry: It took all of my strength. I don’t think that’s the best option.
      Greenstar: You have always proven honest and trustworthy, dear deputy. Go rest and we will take care of the dogs.
      Blueberry: [head bowed with a smile] Yes, Greenstar. [walks to warrior den and goes inside]
      Greenstar: [leaps onto the high rock] CATS OF MAU-TAU CLAN! WE MUST BE READY TO PROTECT OUR CLAN! WE HAVE BEEN PREPARING FOR ATTACK, BUT WE MUST CHOOSE DEFENSE OVER OFFENSE!
      Cats of Clan: [cheer] [go to ready stances around the camp]
      Dogs: [rush into the clan with a hungry look in their eyes] [rush to a clump of cats]
      Fennelfur: [attacks dog, only to be crushed in its large jaws] [lets out a cry of shock before dying]
      Cats of Clan: [begin to panick]
      Dogs: [attack many cats] [soon they arrived at Greenstar, who had been in the back cowering]
      Greenstar: Please! Don’t hurt me! [sobbing] Cats! Help me!
      Dog: [attacks and kills Greenstar]
      Blueberry: [after hearing the loud wail of his leader, he springs out of the den] BARK BARK BARK!
      Dog: Bark? BARK BARK!
      [after a conversation that seems to be in the dog language, the dogs calmly leave the camp]
      Vinetail: What happened? What was that?
      Flowerpaw: Didn’t you see? Blueberry saved the clan! Or should we call him Bluestar now?
      Blueberry: Soon you will… But first, we must morn the fallen cats.
      [a quarter moon or so later][dawn patrol]
      Vinetail: I still don’t understand how Blueberry did it.
      Mossfang: I know… It’s so strange. No cat in the forest knows how to speak dog as far as we know.
      Vinetail: Something is strange about the entire thing… I can’t put my paw on it.
      Bluestar: Two cats? Talking behind their leaders back? Questioning me?
      Flowerflight: [after a round of tsks] You really should respect your leader more.
      Bluestar: [with a dark smirk] Your deputy is right. You should respect me, not question me.
      Vinetail: Well we don’t understand-
      Bluestar: [lifts head] BARK! BARK! [looks back at the two cats] You will. You will understand soon… [leaves will Flowerflight]
      Vinetail: He was leading the dogs. He knew all along…
      Mossfang: They are coming. They are coming! We can’t-
      Vinetail: We won’t escape. We won’t even try.

      THE END!

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    • Light among the Dark

      If she tried, Rainhaven could still remeber her sister’s scent. If she wanted to, she could let herself become lost in the memories. The memories of her father, and her two brothers. They had all fallen in her kithood, long before she was even old enough to leave camp. She had asked her leader for her name, in honor of her lost sister. Memories, they always came back, the good, the bad, and all in between. Her brothers, dying after few days in life, her sister falling only days later. Her father, killed defending his last kit. Sometimes, Rainhaven thought it was best she left love alone For everyone she ever loved left her. As if these memories had called, Rainhaven found a sweet, long lost scent drift to her nose. “Havenkit!” Rainhaven called in vain to reach her sister. But a gentle voice interveened. “You will see her soon enough. COme with me.” Her father whispered. Rainhaven padded after him, for the first time noticing the stras in her pelt. She saw two young kits, she didn’t know them, but it felt like she’d known them her whole life. “Mallowkit! Stormkit!” She cried as her two brothers raced over to her. “Welcome, Rainhaven. Welcome to the stars.”

      I rly hope you like this short-story about Rainhaven!

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    • Hmm,I think my story got caught by the spam monster. I’ll repost it.

      A rabbit. It was the third one Haresong has seen. She had no intent of catching any. She was following Vinewhisper. Tracking Vinewhisper. She needed to know where he was. Where was he? He could be dead,he could have been kidnapped,murdered,poisoned. Where was he where was he where was-

      He. He stood at the border of WindClan territory. He stood at the border and was talking to someone. He stood at the border and was talking to a cat that smelled strongly of unknown land. Of flowers she didn’t recognize and soft grass she had never felt. WindClan grass was tough and springy,WindClan grass taught kitten-soft spirits to harden.

      She couldn’t breathe. Her mate stood and was talking to a cat with a spark in his eyes he never had when talking to her. She couldn’t breathe. Her mate was talking to a tomcat with a spark in his eyes he never had when talking to her. She couldn’t breathe. Had she ever been able to breathe? Was her life made up of sucking in air and losing it when something forced it out of her,took away the life it held and left her with nothing but the bare instincts of her body.

      Her body. Her body that shook with laughter and withered with sadness,her crazed body. A body that didn’t know what to do. A body that never knew what to do. A body that was torn between scratching his eyes and collapsing on the ground,sinking into the earth and letting it reclaim her soul.

      He spun around,the swirling mix of emotions in his eyes matching hers. But while his was made up of fear,glinting in hazel irises like flickering starlight,hers was made up of anger,reflecting from slitted pupils with so much heat and pain it could sear the flesh of any living creature she lay it upon.

      He opened his mouth,and she flinched away like the words he said next were rocks. They ripped open invisible wounds and formed scars no one else could see.

      His name was Magpie. He smiled at her after Vinewhisper finished speaking. She hated him. She hated him with every inch of her being. He was evil. He was taking Vinewhisper from her.

      Vinewhisper.

      Vinewhisper betrayed her. Vinewhisper said he loved her. Vinewhisper told the clan he loved her. Vinewhisper loved another cat. Vinewhisper loved a tomcat.

      She hated him. She hated him she hated him she hated him she hated him she hated him-

      She unsheathed her claws.

      …

      She sat in front of Mottledstar,his yellow eyes piercing her skin. She sat in front of Hawkswoop, her fluffy brown fur and large build no longer making her look friendly,but instead towering and powerful. She sat in front of friends and family with bloodstained paws and rambling pleads. Haresong sat in front of everyone and was banished for killing a clanmate.

      Haresong attacked Mottledstar.

      Heathertooth dragged her off. Her teeth didn’t feel heather soft. She twisted around,seeing VInewhisper’s face instead of the she-cat’s. And Heathertooth saw the last things she ever would in those moments.

      Haresong blinded her.

      Hawkswoop grabbed her and Flamesoar clawed her and Heathertooth shrieked and Mottledstar shouted orders and colors flashed and light danced and blood poured and vision blurred and breathing stopped and Haresong fought and cried and screamed.

      Three cats died that day,Vinewhisper,Magpie,and Haresong.

      Heathertooth’s eyes never recovered,Flamesoar went on with shredded ears,Mottledstar gained a new scar on his chest,Blackpaw struggled with ptsd. Seasons passed,kits were born, relationships broke and shattered,but no one ever repeated the incident,for the story of Haresong was passed down. Generation after generation learned of her treachery,cats bitter after breakups were watched carefully and given lessons on how to manage their anger.

      The molly still lurks in the Dark Forest,unable to fade or get revenge,trapped for moons to come. She will rot in the place of no stars,plotting with other residents over things they’ll never be able to do. Her wounds will never heal,always a reminder of what she did to get them and who made each one.

      No cat is completely pure,but some are worse than others. Haresong is one of them.

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