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Post by Hazelstar on Sun May 05, 2013 9:39 pm

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Post by Hazelstar on Sun May 05, 2013 9:40 pm

~Hazelleaf's Story~
When I was born, my mother Dawnlight and my father Skybreeze were always there for me but then the tragic day came. My mother was murdered by a clan cat. I don't know who he was but the cat just came into the nursery and killed her. Then after I had my warrior name, my father died. He got pushed off a cliff. Spiritstorm, my brother, and I were there when it happened. I always wished I could of saved my parents.They didn't even see me become deputy, well i guess they did in Starclan, but its not the same. If I could of saved then I could of changed everything. My brother tryed to cheer me up, but it didn't work. I've been having nighmares ever since my parents died. I have a mate now that knows how I feel. Will we have kits? That is one question that is bothering me. I know I'm deputy but I don't plan on having kits soon. Even if I did have kits would they die like the rest of my family? I always feel like I'm bad luck. Should I even have taken a mate? I saved his life once but will that be enough or will he die too? I have many questions I need to solve, but right now I need to follow my destiny!


~Spiritstorm speaks~
Many moons have passed since my parents died. But sometimes I see them in my dreams. I bet Hazelleaf has already told you how our parents died. One thing she doesn't know or she doesn't remember is that we had a sister. Her name was Flamekit. The reason I didn't tell Hazelleaf is because Skybreeze told me not to since Hazelleaf would think it was her fault. She keeps blaming herself for our parents death. These were difficult times for our family. We don't have any family members left...well i don't think we do. But now Hazelleaf is deputy and she has important things to do. Not to mention her taking a mate. I think she will make a great mother one day. You may be wondering why my name starts with Spirit. Well, I was the runt of the litter, why parents didn't think I would survive. But sometimes Hazelleaf would skip her feeding so I would have more milk.
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Post by Redfeather on Wed May 08, 2013 8:24 am

Nice stories :D
I'll add mine later
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Post by Dreamflame on Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:39 pm

Does it have to be related to warriors?
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Post by Redfeather on Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:43 pm

Dreamflame wrote:Does it have to be related to warriors?
No, I think it could be anything as long as it's appropriate
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Post by Dreamflame on Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:44 pm

IS violence allowed? Jk of course. Derp. Or am i?
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Post by Redfeather on Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:46 pm

Dreamflame wrote:IS violence allowed? Jk of course. Derp. Or am i?
As long as you aren't describing the extremely gruesome stuff I'm sure it's fine xP
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Post by Dreamflame on Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:49 pm

Part one, I suppose I mean if there are parts. We’ll see…            
Lights appeared out of the darkness.  Chatter, knifes, guns…
                I didn’t want to get involved okay? But if you had a gun to you temples you would agree to too.
                So you probably don’t know what I’m talking about. My name is Lydia. Read on to find out what I’m talking about unless you’re susceptible to having heart attacks out of concern for me. Which you probably aren’t.
                I was walking home from my school, why, that information is classified. I always get a kick out of using spy words. Anyways, as I was saying I saw this guy wearing clothes that would’ve been inconspicuous had I been less observant.
                He muttered something into his cell phone. A smartphone, I noted. They he walked in a casual way towards this building that I’ve never noticed before. I followed him.
                Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I was nosy or anything but honestly, sometimes I get too curious for my own good.
                He walked in the building and closed the door. The squeaked open again. Then he slammed it. It opened again. Saying a colorful curse he gave up. I bit my lip to keep from laughing until I tasted the metallic flavor of my blood.
                I listened until his echo-y footsteps faded away. Stepping in cautiously I ran quickly across the hallway to keep from making loud footsteps.
                I peeked into a room that had voices coming out it. A bunch of men and a few women were in it talking urgently. So, since I was already there I decided to listen in. Eavesdrop is such a harsh word don’t you think?
                “Bait. We need someone, someone that looks innocent. We cannot just grab a girl from the streets thou-“ That was all I heard before a hand clamped down on my shoulder. Biting back a yelp I turned around.
                A boy, about my age I suppose, looked back at me. His head was cocked at an angle, as if he were curious, yet his brows were furrowed and lips turned down in a frown.
                As I readied myself to sprint away he put a bleeding gun (no the gun was not actually bleeding… I just like using bloody and bleeding like a British lady.) at my head, pardon my French. I flinched but didn’t dare move away. He shoved me roughly through the door. About thirty heads looked up at once.
                The guy shoved me down on an empty chair. I struggled and clawed at him, victoriously landing a beautiful scratch down his arm (I am rather a violent person and delight in other’s pain if they deserve it, which, he did) as he tied me down.
                I stuck my tongue out as him as he growled in pain. A girl, probably his girlfriend (people) rushed to get him a band-aid.
                The others watched this with a mixture of anger, fear, and to my annoyance, amusement.
                “What you looking at,” I snapped. Probably not the most reasonable thing but try being tied down and having a gun at your head. But if you think about it you probably would be reasonable if it meant not being shot… Whatever.
                The people, to my irritation, laughed. “She has got spirit,” one of them noted.
                And if you ever untie me I’ll show you how spirited I can get. I thought murderously. I shot daggers at the boy and he flinched.
                A tall man, thirty maybe walked up to me. “Who sent you.” He growled. It was honestly more a demand rather than a question.
                “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answered, suddenly being rationally fearful. This dude did not look nice. The drew out a dagger. A dagger, it was beautiful. (Again, thinking irrational thoughts. Why don’t you find a way to save yourself while you’re at it.)
                To theirs and my shock I started to babble about the dagger. The quality, what it was made of. he design, everything.
                Now, you must being thinking. Have you gone insane Lydia? Look, as much as it pains me to admit it, I don’t have friends. I have a terrible reputation of lashing out and retaliating. And being sarcastic. And talking back. And etcetera. So when I’m home I go on the computer and search things that are weird for teens to search up. Books help too.
                Pressure points, daggers, knives, self-defense, yada, yada, yada.
                So now to resume. The guy had this shocked expression on his face. Then he laughed. I wanted to wipe that smile of his face. Literally. With a Pink Pearl eraser.
                “What’cha laughing at?” I spat. Again with the unreasonable. Then again, I assumed that he wouldn’t kill me.
                “Do you work for the government?” He asked me, suddenly serious and somber. Staring at him in shock I shook my head.
                In my opinion the government was filled with lazy and stupid people who don’t do anything. Look at the conditions animals live in at the pet shop. Betta fish require at least a Gallon tank to live in to be healthy and they live in what, a cup? Same with guinea pigs… (Yes I like animals more than people. I’m not a hater of course.)
               And allowing weapons to be sold? Idiots. Self defense my, never mind. So you can use it to defend yourself. Well, now criminals can go online and simply buy a gun legally. You don’t get it? Look at it this way,You have a gun but you can’t exactly train with it in the middle of your neighborhood. Whereas, a criminal, is usually trained to use a gun. The odds of you winning is about 8%. Now you see my logic (I’m brilliant, I know, you don’t need to tell me. *smiley face here*)
                Back to the present. Big guy stared at me and I met his gaze unflinchingly. I train myself to keep eye contact by keep my gaze steady whenever someone so much as glances at me. A weird hobby, but a useful one, it intimidates the weak.
                To my dismay, he was not weak at all. After nine minutes (someone timed it…) My eyes wavered and he smiled triumphantly, I scowled. Funny thing is, I don’t feel fearful for my life anymore, just for my pride.
                The guy that found me called out, “She would be good for the plan.” And then I remembered.
                I stood up, with the chair attached and said, “Uh, no, I’m not gonna get involved in your ridiculous plan and act as bait.” Big guy frowned.
                “We can’t let you leave with the knowledge that we’re here.” I threw my hands up in exasperation. “Brainwash me or something then.” Next thing I knew there was a gun to my throat.
                “Feel the love…” I muttered. “Fine, whatever.”
                                                                Part 2 (whaddaya know)
                There was a gun at my head. There has been a lot lately. But this time, it was a government gun.
                The plan had been working out great. I pretend I have info on the rebels and they allow me in. The others follow me. Turns out the people I called friends were a bunch of cowards. The alarms sounded, I was caught, and they ran away without me.
                So it turns out that they weren’t trying to take down the government for no reason. The big bad guys were releasing a gas in the major continents that kills people with the blood B+ which would be murdering about two million people.
                Apparently it was their idiotic plan to lower world population. Go figure.
                So here I am. Bound and tied with a gun at my head. This massive dude came over and started to interrogate me. I opened my mouth to tell him to go die but nothing came out.
                Shoot me already, I thought. Unfortunately torture not killing was on his schedule today.
                He extends his hands and someone else in a white mask hands him a red hot iron. Oh no. No, no,no,no. Please no…
                I let out a silent scream as the iron came in contact to my skin. The pain was unbelievable. He repeated his question and I couldn’t talk. Not even to save my life.
                Next, he covered my face with a plastic bag. I knew what he was going to do. I’ve seen too many movies with this in it. They poured buckets of water on my face. I gasped for air only to receive plastic. They finally stopped and my whole body was numb from lack of oxygen.
                The hours passed. I lost track of time. My eyes saw red and my whole body hurt to the point of paralyzation.
                Eventually the idiot realized that he wasn’t getting anything out of me.
                Next thing I knew I was in a small forest clearing slayed in an unnatural angle.
                And the lights came. Hands reached down and picked me up, laying my on a soft surface.
                                                Part 3 (Part 2 was so short. This will be even shorter.)
                I woke up in a hospital. Chatter surrounded me and I had a killer headache. Most of the voices were regretful but the others were plain defiant and saying it was necessary.
                Huh. Turns out they took over the government base and they didn’t need me. At. All.
                I shuddered remembering the pain. The knives, the iron, the water, the pointy stuff and the rocks (I thought the practice of stoning was long gone.)
                Turning my head I was face to face with the guy that brought me into this in the first place. Instead of anger I just felt numbness.
                I didn’t feel the need to live. There were vague screams as I closed my eyes and there was darkness and no pain…

                Hahaha dramatic ending,.
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Post by Dreamflame on Tue Jun 18, 2013 2:50 pm

I didn't plan it. I stole the first sentence out of a book xD But the other parts i made up on da spot. THE PRESSURE
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Post by Hazelstar on Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:32 pm

Thanks Red!
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Post by Jinxscar on Mon Jul 22, 2013 11:26 am

I'd post my story I'm coming up with... BUT There's so much and I don't want to fill like a page or more of it bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce 
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Post by Dreamflame on Mon Jul 22, 2013 11:53 am

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