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BLAHAHA

might close the stories down. since no one reads them. but maybe i'll continue them on pf

oh, and check these blogs out, made new posts,

http://warriors-untold-stories.blogspot.com
http://swiftstars-graphics.blogspot.com

cousin's blog (really good actually)
http://thechimesinthelibrary.blogspot.com

and we made a blog together, a doctor who fanfic. First chapter is coming out soon, we are alternating (and they are going to be LONG chapters, so it's gonna take a while)
http://chameleoncousins.blogspot.com

Chapter Seven: Blood Splattered

Briarpaw


   We charged into the clearing, powered by the revenge and justice in our hearts. The yowls from the two guards had awakened the other cats, and before I could blink the whole clearing exploded in snarling and hissing. Blood was already seeping out of wounds, I could smell it.
     But is this what you want? I asked myself in my mind. It was Grasseyes, not the whole clan who should be punished for this. But who's to say that they weren't all in this? The clan could've been hiding it all along. This fueled my passion and i dug my claws into an apprentice's back, and I remembered his name. Vinepaw. Yeah, that was it. I didn't care though. He looked barely out of the nursery and i landed a heavy blow on his muzzle and he went running. I smiled, willing the next cat to challenge me, and claws raked the back of my head, making me fall. I whipped around, baring my teeth to see Prickleflower there, her eyes filled with hate. I glared back at her. Then she charged at me.
    She's a full grown warrior. I reminded myself, but then I answered back, So what? I bet if I was still in Flareclan I would've been a warrior by now. I shook my head clear of my thoughts, blood splattering on the ground in the process, but I ignored it. One more battle scar to wear. As soon as I did that, I barely had enough time to sidestep out of her bath, stumbling and falling, and she crashed down right next to me. "Don't think you can beat me, apprentice!" she hissed. "I'm not an apprentice, I'm a rouge." I snapped back, getting up, and cuffed both her ears. She staggered, but her paw lashed out and I found myself falling again. "Can't keep on your feet?" she taunted, pinning me down, but i managed to clot her ear in the process. Then her claws struck at my exposed belly. I winced in pain, and she did it again, and again. Each time my vision got blacker and blacker, and then I came close to dying.

>&<
Haze


     When we came into battle, I immediately found Grasseyes,. knowing that it was my fight with him, none of the other rouges attacked him. But the weird thing is, he was sitting in the middle of camp, looking at the entrance, when we barged in.  Maybe he expected it... but how did he know? Did a rouge tell him, a spy perhaps? No.... Not possible. They all were against the clans, no one would betray us to them. Doesn't matter anyway, I never told them not to tell.
       I lunged at him, already aiming at his throat. A snarl built in my throat as my claws sunk into his chest instead as he tried to jump up, so, improvising, I pulled him back down to the ground, sending him crashing down.
    "A little slow today?" I taunted, but a powerful blow to my face sent my me reeling. When I regained myself, I approached him again, but this time he was ready, and ran on the side of my, raking his claws all the way down my flank. I bit back a yowl, and spun around, and lashed my claws out, hoping to connect with fur.
   And I did, but the blow was weak, and had no force behind it. Then I looked behind Grasseyes in horror. Some bodies of the rouges were on the ground, bloody and un-moving, and then the rouges were each facing two clan warriors. We were outnumbered now! Some of the rouges already fled. I fought back the panic rising in my chest. We may have lost, but I need to do what I've come here to do. The sudden feeling of cold calculation made me pin down Grasseyes with one blow, and his clawing turned into flailing.. My claws were already raised for the deathblow.
       "Should I kill you?" I asked him. He glared back at me. "Weakness wins over rage, every time." he said. "Not weakness, nor rage for you is what I contain. Only justice." I raked my claws over both his ears, and he went running into the forest. I suddenly was flooded with a sudden feeling. That seemed too easy, but what for? I wondered. And then looked to see cats surrounding me, but all of them were clan cats, and they looked angry.


(i continued, cuz i liked this story. 2 comments at least for chapter eight.)

Anonymous War

i seriously don't know what it's about, just felt like rhyming. 
dedicated to whoever's felt this way b4!~~

if you stop to listen,

you'll here the beating.

it's my hearts rhythm

always competing

with my soul and mind,

don't know which one

will lead me to find

the inner song i've sung

too many times

but no matter how much I sing it

it won't break these binds

and my heart just says bring it

on, my mind just looks away

my heart charges to the anonymous war

my preference starting to sway

and deep in my core

way deep down there in my gut

it wrenches one way, it's sore.

the choice I made, it sucks.

and i drop to the floor

sanity loses it's hold

i can't tell laughing from crying

people look at me cold

that battle left my insides dying.

that anonymous war

that no one but us knows about

i feel ignored.

next i know from your life i'm out

don't get the same treatment as them

they get it better than me

and then,

your messages i can't see

do you remember me at all?

i'm wondering what you've been saying

from the little snippets i saw

you've kept to yourself the hating

it's only me, just me 

yeah, wasn't i a 'bad friend'?

what i said was the last straw, the key

but seriously, what'd you expect?

i'm a bad person

i've said it

millions of times, mixed with cursing

and you've read it. 

all those IM's

i don't regret nothing

those mother fucking IM's.

facebook really is something

it makes stalking hard

i try my best

but it's almost like i'm a retard

the stuff can only be seen by your friends. 

not me not me

i must've been bad

you've forgiven her and not me

and you ignore me, how sad

your ashamed of me aren't you?

i see it in every word 

don't forget i hate you too 

i've looked on other sites, i've heard. 

Umm

yeah, I'm gonna try and write again by december where I'll try to be a more active member, but i can't write the stories unless it gets the right amount of comments!

Boondocks intro

(I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual,
the inspiration,
that made lady sing the blues

I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
the same spark
that lights the dark
so that you can know your left from your right

I am the ballot in your box
the bullet in the gun
that inner glow
that lets you know
to call your brother "son"

The story that just begun
the promise of what's to come
and imma remain a soldier
til' the war is won (won)

chop chop chop
Judo flip, chop chop chop
Judo flip, chop chop chop
Judo flip, chop chop chop.)


Have to say, best intro of all time.

Same-sex marriage.

"

As it was stated in Treble Clef, I think the same. That same sex marriage is not wrong. On a blog called With Love and Kisses  , the owner "♥BLEAH♥BRIANN♥" said on a post that it was wrong and that marriage was meant to be for one man and one woman. And It spread to other blogs, too. But I read some comments on a few blogs, and one of the things I learned is that it is not according to the bible, because there are sections that prove otherwise. And Also from a good friend, who made a really interesting point, said "if it's so wrong to God, why would He make people like that? And God loves EVERYONE, no matter what their sins and who they are. " 

I completly agree. And some of us might not be straight ourselves. What's so wrong with that? Doesn't she know that she's hurting other people? I've learned this : "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

>Delaney<

Chapter Six: That dream where you don't know what to think of it.

      I sighed. "Yes, it's Briarpaw." I snapped, and he flinched, his eyes burning in shame. Not such a fearless leader now? I bit back the retort.
     Haze looked around. "So your here to join us, Briar? Against your own clan?" Haze asked. I growled. "They are not my clan anymore. Not with Grasseyes. I heard he was make deputy." I said with disgust. Haze curled his lip. "That piece of fox-dung!" Haze snarled. "He's going down first." Haze grumbled to himself.
    He looked at me. "Get ready." He said curtly, and this time it was me who flinched. Then Haze just walked out into the crowd. I decided to walk over to Streak.
  
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                                                   Haze


I walked out into the crowd, and let out a sigh. At least she's here, again. I thought she might've been.... I shook it off immediately, and shuddered. I... hope she doesn't get too hurt in this...  I looked over to see her  talking to Streak, and smiling. I fought down the growl that was rising in my throat.
   She's just.... talking.... I reassured myself. But why does it matter to me? She should be happy... I looked at the moon as it rose high in the sky, and the other rouges started to leave until it was just me in the clearing, and Streak.Streak's eyes flashed with an emotion I didn't recognize, but before I could say something, he turned around and left. My heart felt like it was falling, but I curled up in a tight ball and fell asleep.
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   I woke up, but not in the clearing. And I wasn't sure whether or not it was a dream. It smelled of many cats, but no one was there. Or, at least that's what I thought, but then I heard a squeak from behind me and turned to see a small kit sitting there, looking at me. She looked like.... well, me. What was she doing here, all alone?
    "Where's your, erm, parents?" Haze said. The small she-cat looked confused. "What are you talking about, Daddy? Your and mommy are right here." she mewed, and I looked around to see Briar. "B-But-" was all I said and then I woke up, gasping.
       What.... was that? I didn't know. I sat around the rest of the night, in a daze. I didn't know what to think of it. But somehow, my heart felt lighter, as I looked up to see the sun rising, the last one before everything was going to change.

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                          Briarpaw


   I looked around to see all the cats milling around in the clearing. At nightfall tonight.. everything is going to change. I thought with pure certainty. I looked for Haze, and I suddenly met his gaze. He padded up to me.
    "Hey, B-Briar." he said with a stammer. I cocked my head. "Why so nervous?" I asked. Haze shuffled his paws. "It's nothing, just glad to have you back here." he said.
   Lying through your teeth, I bet. I thought seethingly, but didn't say anything. But Haze smiled. "Do you want to.... train for the battle with me?" he asked, and I nodded. And so, with that we trained until began to set in the sky.

"Now is the time for battle! We shall attack now!" Haze called from atop the rock, and with that, all the rouges charged toward the Flareclan camp, and wild light in their eyes.

(okay it's kinda short, but yeah the battle is next! Four comments for chapter 7!)




                                

Sketches

Okay, well i haven't posted any sketches in a while and I'm taking a break from the stories, so, well, here ya go.

Spottedleaf next to the moonstone.

Jaggedtooth. I just drew it, and it kinda reminded me of him.

another spottedleaf

tallstar

and that's it for now!

Chapter 7: Riverpaw

          Riverpaw flew across the territory with Hawkpaw in his heels. Then a scent hit him.
"Fox!" Hawkpaw growled, and they skidded to a halt in a clearing.

 Under the stench of fox, there was the scent of freshly spilled blood. Leafpaw was standing over a small hunched shape. "What happened?" Riverpaw asked. Leafpaw just continued staring. After a second a shudder passed through  Hawkpaw.

"Ahhh. No.No.NO!" he said. He must've read leafpaw's mind. Riverpaw thought. Slowly Hawkpaw nodded.
"What' happened!?!" he repeated, and Leafpaw spoke.

"I-I followed her for a while, to this clearing. A fo-ox waas standing over her, and I drove it off. But she's... she's......"  Leafpaw said, but couldn't go on because she started sobbing. Riverpaw looked at the ground, tears spilling out of her eyes.

"She's dead." Hawkpaw finished softly. "No! She can't be! I saw her future! I was there in her past. She's a cat of the prophecy! She was going to do so much!" Riverpaw said, pressing his nose into her fur. Hawkpaw laid his tail on the medicine cat apprentice's shoulder.

"Let's bring her body back to camp." he murmured.

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Two sunrises later.


Riverpaw found some burdock root, digging it up and putting it in the pile with the rest of them. This was his first time Firestream let him look for herbs by himself, but he wasn't even thinking about it. He was still sad about Bumblepaw. She died too soon.

I wish I could've somehow stopped it from happening. he thought sadly. But there was nothing I could do. He dug his claws into the grass, tearing it up in frustration. Maybe she wasn't meant to be in the prophecy after all... Riverpaw shook his head, realizing that he had walked to the thunderpath. But why did he walk here, out of all places?

He was about to turn around from it, his nose wrinkling in disgust, then he spotted a shape on on the thunderpath. Must've been a squirrel. Poor thing. Then he peered closer. It was a kit! And right on que, a monster charged across. Riverpaw suddenly bolted on, and scooped up the kit. The monster screeched,  , and swerved away from them at the last second, but Riverpaw's heart was beating fast, and he quickly darted back to the forest and ran until he couldn't, and dropped the kit, panting.

It was a tiny she-cat, a tortoiseshell, and she was barely breathing. Her hind leg was glistening with blood from a deep wound, but not broken. He quickly found the nearest patch of marigold and after a few heartbeats he had a poultice and was smearing it on her wound.

"Your gonna be alright. It's gonna be okay." he soothed her, and soon her eyes fluttered open.

"Who...who are you?" she asked slowly. "I'm Riverpaw. What's your name?" he asked.

"Oh, it's Bumble." she said, before falling asleep, and Riverpaw started carrying her to the camp.

(okay, I'm rebooting the stories, and will do this story along with Revenge on the Clans. Hint: Bumble is NOT a reincarnation of Bumblepaw. Not related to them whatsoever. And, three comments for chapter 8 of course)

Chapter Five: Now he gets it.

    I looked outside to see the storm finally ending. Sighing, I padded out from under the tree, getting a better view. Drops were still falling  from the leaves and puddles dotted the ground everywhere. It was a cloudless day now in the pine forest.
   I was going to hunt, but I felt too sick to eat. Like it was wrong. But I sat down in from of the shelter and thought about what I was going to do to get my revenge. How could I, one rouge, stop a whole clan of well-trained warriors? I didn't know. Some part of me didn't want to know, it just wanted me to find Briarpaw.
    I'm too dangerous for her. I don't want her to know or be killed from what I'm about to do.  I reassured  myself. But it was gonna take a lot of that for me to agree. It's not like I could follow her, her scent is long gone. And somehow with that I knew what to do. I needed more cats! Of course! I would gather the rouges. And they would help me defeat the clan once and for all.

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       Briarpaw, Two Moons later.

   I woke up from a grudging sleep. Another boring day. I thought, plodding outside into the late-greenleaf heat.  At least it's a nice day. With that I just rolled my eyes. Pricking my ears, I listened for prey. But instead I got pawsteps. Cat's pawsteps. And the other rouge's scent that I had gotten used to was stronger than ever. Listening further, I heard whispers that I couldn't make out yet.
       Forgetting about prey, I walked closer to the sound, intent to know what was going on. Should I just walk over there? The other rouges weren't very hostile to anyone outside the clan who wasn't a threat and who didn't want to take their territory. I finally pinpointed the sound when I got close enough, and I realized where it was coming from. The clearing! It was a big round field where no trees grew, just grass. A boulder stood at one side, but no one has claimed it because there wasn't any prey over there. I ran to the clearing until I got to the last layer of trees. Peering though I saw many cats sitting there, talking to each other. From what I heard it didn't really make any sense. They were definitely all rouges from their scent, and I was confused. What are they all doing here? Meeting together like a... a... clan?
     Suddenly a black shape sprung up to the top of the rock, yowling for the cats attention. This must be it. I thought, and climbed up the tree to get a better look.
      After a few heartbeats the rouges fell silent and looked up at the rock, their eyes gleaming as the Black tom began to speak.
    "Attention, All! I have gathered you all today to tell you of my great plan. You see, there is a clan out there who threatens our families and our friends. My own mother was killed by one of them. And I'm sure you have loved ones who's lives were taken without mercy. Don't you want revenge? Well, we can give it to them. If we work together. We have the numbers, and the strength to crush our enemies to the ground like bugs. We can succeed, and once the clan cats are running away with their tails between their legs, the territory can be ours!" He finished, and the cats irrupted in cheers. Briarpaw leaped down when she checked no one was looking, and went into the crowd. The black cat leaped down from the rock and came into the crowd too. A ginger went up to him.
     "Haze, when shall we attack?" she asked.  He smiled, looking at her. "Tommorow at nightfall." he said to the cat. "Swish, pass it on." he said, and she nodded and headed off.
   Haze!?!?  I was utterly speechless. What was he doing here? Where had he been in the last moons? Why couldn't I find him till now? Shaking it off, I headed deeper into the crowd.
   I looked up at  one rouge, a silver tabby. He looked at me. "hey." he said. "Who are you?" the silver tabby asked me. "Briar." I said. "What's your name?" I asked back. "Streak." he said. "Why have you come here? Did the clan take away your family, too?" Streak asked, and I thought for a minute. I had to have a reason here now besides seeing Haze. "Yes, all of my family.. I want to kill every last cat in Flareclan." I said, pretending to look angry and dug my claws into the grass.
   Streak smiled. "Well that's the spirit! Glad to have met you!" He said, and I walked around for a bit. Then I knew what to do. I walked up to Haze.
  "Hi." was all I said, and he looked me over. "Who are you?" he asked after a few heartbeats. "What, you don't remember me." I said, trying to hold off my anger. "I'm... Briar." I said. His eyes brightened. "Oh, it's nice to meet you, Briar." he said, about to turn away. "You..... look like someone I met before." he said suddenly. "Oh, really?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Because we have, Haze. I saved your life!" I exclaimed, then he did a double-take. Now he gets it!
    "B-Briarpaw!"

(That's it FOUR more comments for chapter six!)

Chapter Four: Out of My World

  I opened my eyes to see Briarpaw standing over me. Her eyes were filled with both relief in something I couldn't recognize.... it seemed like hatred. Towards me? Towards Grasseyes? I didn't know. All I could do was sit up painfully and looked confused, which I was. All I remembered was Grasseyes squishing me until I couldn't breath. I thought I was dead. Letting the emotions of my thoughts show, I pondered.
    Where would I have gone then, when I was dead? I've heard stories of Starclan, but I knew i wouldn't have gone there. Shaking it out of my head, I snapped back into reality.
  "So your alive." she commented. I rolled my eyes. "No, we both died and now we are in an exact replica of this forest." I said sarcastically, just to surface some humor. "Of course I'm alive! Now how did I get here, how AM I alive, and what happened to Grasseyes?" I said, almost overwhelming myself, if i didn't already do that to Briarpaw. But she looked at me calmly.
    "I thought Grasseyes killed you. Maybe he thought you were dead, but after you.." she searched for the right word. "Got knocked unconscious, I wasn't worth it so he left to go back to the clan and say I can never come back. There was a storm, so I dragged you under this tree." she explained slowly. She looked down, almost looking....... embarrassed. I stared at her, perplexed at the moment. What was going on in her head? Thinking that made me want to know so badly. I mentally shook myself, getting this burning curiosity out of my head. Then I realized something in a jolt. She saved my life. She must've betrayed her clan-mate for a rouge, me. Why!?!? I wanted to ask her, but the words couldn't come out.
     "Thank you." I seemed to say instead. "For saving my life." I added on. She looked back, almost in a daze. "You saved my life, I was returning the favor." she said in a dismissive tone, and i flinched. "Now we're even."
    After that she seemed to notice my flinch, and she seemed to reflect it. "Why me, why a rouge?" I asked, my strong curiosity leaking out into my voice that I just couldn't hide. Instead of staring at her, I watched the storm, as if i was asking it instead.
    "I don't know." she said quietly. "I wish i knew, but something made me want to help you, I guess because I knew you were innocent." she said, then looked down at her shuffling paws. "W-when I saw your fighting Greeneyes, I thought you would win, then you'd come after me next, sense I am in the clan, which you hate." she said.
   "So why bother saving me?" Briarpaw asked. "I'm not worth killing yourself over." she admitted. No, you were worth it! You saved my life twice in one day! Again i stopped myself. I felt so tongue tied. Why can't the word come out of my mouth? I felt her stare burn my pelt and I turned my gaze back to her.
   "Your not part of the clan anymore." I said, almost coldly. I regretted it at once, but I knew what I didn't regret, and that was saving Briarpaw.
    "So I can't hate you, can I?" I finished. And Briarpaw's hurt rolled off her like waves. "I don't regret saving you, because I like you, okay?" she said quietly after a few heartbeats.
   "And there's no point in this anymore if you don't feel the same way, though i thought you did." she choked out. She spun around, pushing herself from under the low-sweeping pine branches and out into the open storm.
   "Briarpaw-" I said, but I knew it was too way. I let her out of my world and into her own. Though I regret what I said just then, almost at once. I thought it was for the best. he suddenly realized. I... I know what my destiny is, what I need to do, and if she gets too close, I know it will hurt her.
   It was for the best.... it kept ringing in my ears, but I didn't know if I believed it. All I knew was that it was my destiny to bring my revenge onto the clans.

(AT LEAST THREE COMMENTS FOR CHAPTAH FIVE!)

Funny Sign Friday # 2

(sorry I'll do it every other Friday from now on)

                                                                      "NO! Smork"

                                     "Warning – dangerous frogs – do they attack?"

                    "Gotta be politically correct and include all of the local languages!"

                                      "Wasn’t it easier to write what I’m allowed to do?"

            " wait…. are candy bars usually UNdigestive? All this time I’ve been eating them…"

'

"Have you also been to yummi sushi?"

"You have to solve the riddle to order the dish."

"go left twice, than find some leaves to ur right, than give this tree a round of applause"

"Luckily, We’re not open tomorrow due to lack of costumers. Phew!"

"A little general much?"

"Because his love can only run on from 9-4."

"A collision seems imminent."

"Great! I was so tired of having to shop exactly at noon!"

"For the directionally challenged!"

(credit for pictures and some of the quotes go to Signspotting.com)

...

"I may know a lot of things, but their is a lot of things I don't know.

MAKE-OVER

DO YOU LIKE IT? DO YOU LIKE THE NEW NAME? IT"S MY BDAY SO THIS IS MY GIFT TO ME! ;)

Chapter Three: You have been Warned.

       Automatically I leaped onto Grasseyes' back, digging my claws in and sinking my teeth into his ear. Briarpaw slipped out from underneath him, and then he flipped into his back, squashing me. The breath was driven out of me, and I felt suffocated. I clawed randomly, and claws met fur. Hopefully Grasseyes' but there was no strength behind my blow. I was going to die, I couldn't even breath. My throat was choked with hot fur. My whole life literally flashed before my eyes. What about my purpose? My revenge on the clans? How could I ever settle, where ever I go while Grasseyes had not yet paid for his murder. I bet he even killed before. I thought. Maybe there's more cats who want him dead too. Maybe the rest of the clan was like that too. Except for Briarpaw. I sunk my claws into Grasseyes. Too late, I thought.A dizzying blackness threatened to engulf me, but I fought back on it. But it blew me over until I was falling.. falling... into deeper, darker waters.
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                                                               Briarpaw
  
       I slid out from under Grasseyes, catching my breath in a few heartbeats. How dare he attack me, his own clan-mate? How dare he attack Haze, who was innocent, no matter how much I knew he probably hated the whole clan, including me. I deserved that hate, though. I should have stopped him as soon as I was suspicious of his ambitions. It was all my fault, and I knew it. But I knew it was Grasseyes' fault as well. I sprung, prepared to attack Grasseyes again, knowing even thought he was a traitor, but I'd still betray my clan for attacking him. But it was for the good of the clan.
  This made me freeze, confused. Should I help this rouge I just met, or should I keep my position in the clan and let Grasseyes handle him? I didn't know. Haze's eyes blazed as he dug his claws into Grasseyes spine.
   Don't kill him! Yet... I begged silently. I wondered if Haze beat Grasseyes, would he come after me next? So his revenge can be completely satisfied?  I hoped not. Or maybe I did. I couldn't think straight as I watched Grasseyes flip onto his back, crushing Haze. I braced myself to hear a crack, but none came. Though the dark grey cat held him down, choking him. Suddenly something pinned me down from behind. I recognized the white and grey fur of Prickleflower, and a struggled from her grasp, clawing her as much as I could. Prickleflower winced, but her grip on me was too tight. I could barely crane my neck to see what was happening to Haze, but as soon I found a glimpse of his black fur, Prickleflower's paw pushed my head down, forcing me to watch as Haze went limp. His eyes rolled, and Grasseyes got off him.
   I snarled in rage, clawing both of of Prickleflower's paws that were holding me down and she let go. I whirled around, my eyes gleaming with hate. Grasseyes was shocked, and took a step backward. He looked at Pricklenose as if to say. 'It's not even worth it.' I bared my teeth, taking a pace forward, a warning. But he bared his teeth as well. "You've been warned what happens if you speak out against me." he growled. "Don't even think of coming back to the clan now, your going to be a traitor in their eyes." he said, his eyes glinting in satisfaction. He turned away, running towards to direction of camp. After a moment's hesitation, Prickleflower followed. Which left me alone. I thought for a long while, wondering what to do. Become a kittypet? No way. I guess I'd have to be a rouge, living on my own. Then suddenly I remembered Haze, and rushed toward him. He was completely still, I couldn't even see the rise and fall of his chest. I sighed, feeling Grief. How do I care more about him more then my clan? I thought in horror. I just met him!
   I was so confused, wondering what I should do with him. I couldn't take his body to the clan, no. I knew Grasseyes wasn't lying. I'd have to to something thought. I searched for the right this restlessly, but then it started to rain. I growled in frustration. It seemed Starclan has rained down on my parade, literally.
   I dragged his body gently into shelter from the raging storm.

(three more comments for chapter four! XD)
       
  

Funny Sign Friday

"Didn't know Aquariums were in storm drains now."

"Never seen a 40 ton bike."

"apparently, they dont want people carrying burning swords to enter either."

"Just brilliant."

"For the Hunchback of Notre Dame, press here"

"Beware of sunburned men stealing from your man-purse"

"I didn’t feel rebellious enough that day so went on to park elsewhere…."

"Caution: Break dancing zone."

"Well, OK, as long as it’s a fresh batch."

"I would pay more than 136 Yen to see this shop eat something…"

"How Did They Know That There Would Be a Raincloud 100 Meters Ahead?"

"Lucky Charms are permitted, but posession of Trix is punishable by death"

"Always make the Tourists Pay!"

"But falling off it is PERFECTLY okay!"

Chapter Two: Not yet, but soon.

  I braced myself for claws to rake me pelt, but Briarpaw's claws were unsheathed. She looked at me, not wanting to hurt me for some reason. I was almost gonna tell her to just get on with it already, but she leaped onto my back, and pressed my face to the ground.
   "I'm pretend to chase you. Now go!" she whispered, and I shrugged easily out of her grasp, taking off, with her following, yowling a challenge. The other two warriors watched in silence, smiling after us, probably satisfied that I was defeated by an apprentice.
   We kept running, and then I skidded to a halt when we reached the stream. She was about to stop, but it was too late, and she crashed into me, and we went tumbling into the stream. I hissed as I felt water seep through my pelt, making me shiver even through it was green-leaf. I dragged myself out, with Briarpaw behind, and I shook my pelt vigorously.
        I looked at her, confused. But before I asked her the question that was burning on my mind. I pricked my ears, trying to see if the other two other cats were following in pursuit. Briarpaw guessed what I was doing. "Don't worry, Grasseyes and Prickleflower aren't going to follow us. They always have 'great confidence' in me." she said, saying the last few words in a mock tone. What goes on in this clan of hers?
 I wondered, but shook it away in a instant. I can't go back there, yet.
   "Wait wait wait wait." I said, backing up the conversation a bit. "Why would you help me, a rouge?" I said, the burning question on my tongue now quenched. She had a thoughtful look, as if to ask herself. Why did I help him? I sat, waiting for an answer and digging my claws into the ground. Wow, how impatient I was.
   Briarpaw shrugged. "It looked like... you weren't trying to steal prey or cross the border, you looked.. thoughtful." she said, noticing the unsatisfied look on my face, she went on. "Like you didn't even notice to border. I'm sure you didn't. Right?" she asked. And I thought quickly, but nodded a little too quickly. But she didn't catch it. "That's what I thought. You didn't even cross the border." she said. I nodded, agreeing with most of that. But I knew I came to the border just to watch, and even though she believed I was unaware of the clan's border, the little lie won't change anything. The fact is I did nothing wrong.
     "What's your name?" she wondered. "Haze." I answered. "And your Briarpaw?" I asked, and she nodded. "Grasseyes is my mentor." she said. Grasseyes!  now I knew why that name was so familiar. I remembered his green eyes, that were frosty cold. That night was so clear, that I shivered from the wind and rain when it happened. I felt a deep growl building in my chest. She cocked her head at me. "Is something wrong?" she asked. I debated to tell her it's nothing, or tell her the truth. Maybe she'll reconsider this 'clan' of hers if she learned what happens when she's not around. Or maybe it's like that everyday for her, a narrow escape with her life? "When I was a kit." I started. "My mother crossed the border, after chasing a squirrel." I said, and my eyes turned to anguish as she crossed the border, the squirrel's bushy tail disappeared through the fronds. Too much remembrance. She might think I'm crazy.
     "They caught her. She didn't know, but I knew it was Grasseyes, the light brown tabby cat said his name. She was badly wounded from that fight with Grasseyes, but she made it out of it alive. But the next day she died of her wounds. Just because of a mistake." I spat out the last words, feeling the anger as I stared down at my mother's broken body with my remaining siblings, wanting to get revenge. Not yet. I always told myself. But soon. I reassured. A look of shock slowly spread across her face. "I knew something wrong was with Grasseyes. It seems like he's leader already, when he's not even deputy. But every cat listens to him, for they fear him. Not out of respect." Briarpaw said, pausing to take in a deep breath. "And Burnstar doesn't even have a clue." she muttered darkly. "He's done an act in front of Burnstar, the fox-hearted coward!" she said, snarling out the last few words.
   "Oh, I am?" I hear a growl, and Grasseyes himself sprung out of the bushes, bowling Briarpaw over, and she let out a screech of pain.

(That's it for chapter two! Three comments for chapter Three!)

Chapter One: Faded Memories

 Stay away from the clans! Forever! The words still echoed in my ears, and I growled to myself. I remembered that night, when my mother was attacked. She died from her wounds to next day, and me and my brother and sister both had to fend for ourselves. After a while we split up, I was on my own. I did see them both every once and a while. Our hatred for one certain group of cats still shone in our eyes. I wanted Revenge. But there was a pang of grief in my heart, for my lost mother. I tried to remember her name. Being a rouge, we don't use names that often. But I think her name was Robin. Yeah, that's it. My brother was Stone, and he was all gray with amber eyes. He reminded me of our father, the way Robin used to describe him. Me and my sister were both black cats, just like our mother. She had father's amber eyes, and I had Mother's Icy blue. In fact, her name was Amber. And it was my name I remembered the least, though it was buried in my mind somewhere.
   Let see, let see. It was close to Hazel..... oh yeah! That's right, it was Haze. I'm Haze. I realized that I was standing there next to a stream, and seeing my reflection, my face was blank with concentration. I rolled my eyes, splashing through it, my head still filled with faded memories.
   Suddenly I pricked my ears. It was time to hunt. I crouched down, taking in all the scents and sounds of the forest. A leaf fluttering in the breeze, squirrels flitting through the trees, chittering to one another, and fain t russeling. I pinpointed that sound, drawing my self closer, and saw a flash of brown fur. I flattened my ears, and disguised my shape, then pounced. Fixed squarley in my paws, the mouse went limp when I sunk my teeth into it. It tasted good, not as sqrawny as the recent leaf-bare that had just decsended into the warmth of new-leaf. I growled in satisfaction, and after finishing off the mouse I went on in the direction I was traveling.  
          Looking out for danger. The danger, you ask? We are at their border right now. The border of the enemy's territory. The border that seperates us loners and rouges, from those savage group of cats that call themselves a clan. I found some information from other lone cats, and they said many things. Some said that they were weak and soft cats, all used to be kittypets. I snorted at that. Kittypets? Yeah, right, I saw them up close. And there were manys stories that described them to be as big as tigers, or that they hunt foxes for fresh-kill. But they were all lies. I'm big enough now to take at least one of them on, and I know it. But I know I can't fight them. Not yet. I will avenge my mother's death, but I needed to be stronger. I'm gonna run into a pit of adders, headfirst and try to come back unbitten.
                                        ~  ♣  ~
    I sat at the border, gazing at the clan's territory. I bit back a growl rising from my throat, turning away and ran. Being around there made me reckless. It gave me the scars that criss-crossed across me pelt. It was from them. Each time I had to run, my pelt stained with blood. I knew that I needed to get bigger and stronger. But I'm going to devise a plan. A big one. Those ruffians won't call me a little kit anymore. I know they won't. Someday.
     The bushes on the other side trembled, and three cats came out. They stalked to the border line, the two bigger cats exchanging amused glances. I felt the fur along my spine rise. The lead cat chuckled.
    "Well look who it is, the little kit warrior." he sneered. The other cat gazed at him with amber eyes. "He looks apprentice-sized." she commented. The first cat rolled his eyes. "As if." he retorted.
    "I'm not a kit!" I spat. "And I haven't crossed the border!" I added. "Why don't you just leave me alone?!?" I growled. The lead warrior walked, practically standing on the border, towering over me. And I looked up at him, a challenge in my icy blue eyes.
  He raised him paw and landed a blow right to my chest, making me roll backwards. I got back up, my teeth bared in a snarl. "But you almost crossed the border." the cat growled. And if you did, you'd be crowfood right now. He gazed at the third cat, smaller than the other two, but a little older than me. She was black and white with green eyes, and she gazed at me with uncertainty. Her tail flicked, as if to warn me of something.
   Go she mouthed, but I didn't. "Why don't we teach this kit-warrior a lesson, again." he jeered and motioned forward the black and white she-cat. "Briarpaw, do the honors." he said.  Briarpaw. That was an apprentice name, I have heard that they ended in 'paw'.
 She gazed at me with a reluctant look, and then leaped onto my back. And I yowled.

(That's it! If there are 3 comments at least, I will make chapter two! Stay tuned!)
   

Prolouge

      "Run! Go!" a black she-cat told her kits, but they were trembling, too scared to move. The enemy was gaining on her, and a strike of lighting lit up the sky, and the cats were shown clearly.
   A group of battle-fit warriors, with scars crisscrossed  along their pelts and their eyes bloodthirsty. Their long, curled claws gleamed. Trees whipped in the breeze, making it hard to see clearly. And the kits strained to keep sight of their mother, who was leading the angry cats away from them. They stared at each other, fright in their eyes, their wind-battered pelts fluffed up against the storm.
    "Mama!" one of the kits cried out, but the sound of it never reached her. One of them fell asleep, and when the other kits tried to wake her up, her fur was cold. They ran under the shelter of a tree, each of them finally snapping out of their daze. Then one of them spotted a flash, and they pointed it out to one another.
   "What happened?" one asked. "Is that mother?" another one called out. It was hard to see her in the forest of night, where all the scary things were shrouded in darkness. Then they saw thier mother was pinned down, by one of the scary cats. His claws dug into her pelt, the ground puddles already tinted red.
     "I'm sorry! I didn't know!" the black she-cat pleaded. The tom pinning her down snorted in amusement.
"You didn't know, huh? There's a border! Just don't cross it!" He growled in her face. Her face was pressed to the ground. "I won't ever do it again, I swear!" she promised. One of the other cats came up to him, a slender light brown tabby. He touched the dark tom's shoulder with her tail. "Just let her go, Grasseyes." she whispered, and he backed off the black she-cat.
   "Fine" he growled to her. "But consider this your last and final warning." he said, and then stepped closer, getting nose to nose. "But if you ever cross our borders again." he said. "That's be the last this you even do." then he flinched closer, making her back up, and run towards the tree where her kits were, gathering them up. "Stay away for the clans." Grasseyes yowled. "Forever"

Yeah, about that

That was......... something wasn't it? Yeah, I don't kill anyone at all, if you thought I did, I don't. I do that whatever o clock at night, so I'm all tired and stuff. But hey, i keep it up there.

Rap part two

1. Take one step
2. and then the other
3. there's no room
4. for one or the other
5. one will live
6. and one will fall
7. maybe it's not you
8. after all
9. afraid, afraid
10. that you won't make it
11. sleep, sleep
12. you will fake it
13. find your friend
14. who's in the dark
15. shoot your arrow
16. don't miss your mark
17. in your aim
18. you made a claim
19. to kill the other
20. then the body you cover
21. and throw in the lake
22. not knowing what's in stake
23. you drive for days
24. till the memories fade
25. but they come back
26. and cycle around
27. evidence you left
28. has been found
29. run, run, from your neighbors
30. only you can be your savior
31. don't come to me
32. There's no place to hide
33. if your in sight where I can see
34. there's no safety inside
35. anywhere, everywhere,
36. where ever you go
37. somewhere, nowhere
38. can't afford to be slow
39. when the end comes
40. I will be there
41. though it is not cause of me
42. that your frighteningly scared.
43. Your friend, remember?
44. that one you killed so?
45. that  sort of family member
46. that followed where you'd go
47. he haunts you, he haunts you
48. in your sleep, in your dreams
49. silently waiting
50. for you to lean
51. forward and falling
52. into deep sleep
53. creatures and darkness
54. nightmares, I mean
55. your friend is still there
56. that vengeful young soul
57. though he's not alive
58. he's angry you know
59. he's angry at, you
60. for what you had done
61. he wants revenge
62. and he's gonna have fun
63. it will start out simple
64. in that nightmare-ish theme
65. then there will be stuff
66. that will make you scream
67. then he will come
68. where your awake, too
69. he knows your greatest fear
70. everything that scares out
71. that is a strength
72. you mustn't forget
73. the deed is already done
74. the trap has been set.
75. cry, cry
76. watch the clock
77. die, die
78. tick tok, tick tok
79. think of the ways
80. that you'd really die
81. not actually laughing
82. and just saying goodbye
83. it's not that easy
84. not too blood-free as that
85. maybe your eyes will be
86. scratched out by a cat
87. then you'd be blind
88. even better, you'd be dead
89. then I'd say to myself
90. 'hey Delaney, well said."
91. cuz I'm helping him
92. bring your dead body in
93. and they think it was from
94. another killer
95. because that's what they are, dumb.
96. make your death seem
97. as easy as can be
98. let your blood run
99. your pains looks like fun
100. boy I'm a sadist
101. but thank god
102. that you didn't make it

"Slurred Speech/Rap" (warning! Cuss word AND bad imagery)

Ssssommetimes don't you wanna curl up and die? gah. Woullllldddnn't you hate to runnnnn, and hhave no place to hide?

 

Everythinggsssssslowing down......... erggggghhh I can fffeel my heart ssssstarting to pound.....

 

Leeetttt the blood flooow, you don't havvvve to go........

 

Fuck it letssssss get through thisssss, even though you or me cant do ittttt

 

Donnnn't mind me, I'mmmmmmm not happy, you can seeeeeeee

 

not pissed offfffff, not mad with a coughhhh.

 

disease kicks in...... it's not a game you can winnn

 

1. head is pounding                                                                
2. on the door                     
3. ur passed out
4. splayed on the floor
5. call the ammmmbulence                                                       
6. call the copsssss
7. and you neeed to
8. get the mop
9. head aches, head aches
10. though sharp features
11. bleeding, bleeding
12. on the bleachers
13. crowd is cheering
14. they don't care
15. don't know it's
16. messed up in there
17. vision cloudy
18. sight is doubty
19. it's all ruined
20. you had a shoe in
21. to make it better
22. don't write me a letter
23. Head is spinnin'
24. round and round
25. hit the ground
26. without a sound
27. pain, pain
28. pouring down like rain
29. untill it fades..
30. sunnydays...
31. never come
32. it's always numb
33. fassster, fassster
34. you ssssspinning masster
35. circlin' , circlin'
36. in the air
37. people tellin' ya
38. life isn't fair
39. kill yourself
40. to make it fun
41. punch youself
42. make your nose run
43. with blood blood,
44. mixed with mud
45. spread all on your face
46. at the point of a gun
47. throw up throw up
48. everytime you eat
49. think of it as
50. your special treat
51. blasting blasting
52. through the speakers
53. squeaking squeaking
54. with your sneakers
55. spilling red
56. all on the floor
57. you got the mop?
58. well we need more
59. faces faces
60. through the crowds
61. everyone
62. yelling 'touchdown'
63. falling falling
64. down a cliff
65. calling calling
66. you need a lift?
67. that's too bad
68. and just to sad
69. it's your turn
70. to feel the burn
71. dancin', dancin'
72. though the fields
73. prancin' prancin'
74. don't you yield
75. Stabbed to death
76. loss of breath
77. some form on cancer
78. killed by a dancer
79. head cracked open
80. swallow a token
81. choke it down
82. shhhh don't make a sound
83. murdered, murdered
84. bloody as can be
85. flashes, flashes
86. all that you can see
87. changes changes
88. running through the air
89. trippin' trippin'
90. running up the stairs
91. life ain't lasting
92. don't abuse it
93. it's slipping away
94. whoops! you loose it!
95. front door opens
96. and the back one closed
97. bruises cover
98. from head to toe
99. oh hey look
100. it's time to go
101. it's the end
102. so bye my 'friend'

The story

For those of you wondering where the story I posted went, It's relocated to my new blog, Untold stpryies!

http://warriors-untold-stories.blogspot.com/

Have you always wondered what happeend in the gap of time between some of the warrior's books. How exactaly had Rainwhisker died? What happened when Jaykit, Hollykit, and Lionkit had been born? Or maybe even what happened to Hollyleaf after she 'dissapeared' in the tunnels? That's the stories I'm going to type. The untold stories.

Blogger

Hello, Blogging community and all who are in it. I just wanna talk about an important topic that at one point in our lives has surfaced in all our minds. And that is the topic of blogging.

Now, I remember how I came to blogger. Looking for warriors facts, and coming upon Sorrelpaw's blog. And then the first clan I joined was Featherclan. Back when Olive Tree had a clan. Who is actually back, by the way.

But, it's been almost a year since I came to blogger. And in reality, it's done either very, very good things, and very, very bad things. Now of course, the good things are especially meeting some awesome blogging people. And by that Dawnblaze, Ember, Dreamstar, and Goldenstream, who were once a good circle of Blogging friends, each in different locations that came together and made something. Rippleclan. And Petalstar, Ur awesome too don't you forget.  Anyways, Sadly, Goldenstream left us, and I regret what had happened then. And sometimes I feel our little blogging circle is becoming more that of a square, with separate sides and sharp edges.

The blogging world has opened me up to many knew things, opened my mind. But that's the problem. There are things that blogging has done, and has taken it's toll on me. Blogger is where I feel the most emotion. Which is sad. But blogger has bad emotions. Fights, gang-ups, Anonymous comments, betrayal, and just plain cyber-bullying. You know that some people Commit Suicide because of Cyber Bullying? I know if some things go to far it might happened to me, too. What happens to me is that I almost feel as if I'm slowly losing my mind. Whether it's from staring sat a screen most of the day, or the stinging tears blogging has left. Blogging is sometimes horrible. It's an addiction. The worse punishment my dad has ever thought for me was taking away Blogger from me, and I was Horrified.

I know there would be few of those people who would miss me, and I am grateful. I am glad that I have made a Positive impact in the people of blogger. Thank you, people out there who are reading this and nodding. But anyways. I've definitely stuck up for my friends bunches of times, and so have they for me. We fight the wars of blogger against many issues, create a protective barrier that lets nothing unwanted through, Though it is painful. Words do hurt, those are your virtual sticks and stones.

Grades: Are going down. I do less of my homework, more of this 'Blogger'. I'm not blaming anyone but Myself, but sometimes, a lot, I am too weak. I will give in. even though some of you know me as a tough person. And don't go on thinking to yourself  'WellI didn't say that.... ' cuz it's not you, then, I'm talking about you. I used to be good at math, and now I suck. The other subjects will soon follow, I predict. I don't know, I think people come on more during the summer. Or do they? Why don't they go outside, ride a bike, go for a walk, something. Should I come on more during the summer? Then there's the thought of "More then you already were, Delaney? Not possible!" And I scoff along with that. How can I come on more, if I have Reached my Maximum limit? The answer to that question is, well, 3.14, etc, as Petalstar states about Pie.

Though, as you can see how much I put my life, what ever's left of it, into blogger, it still doesn't help. My blogs are pretty popular, with Briarclan almost having 50 members. But There are blogs better then that, blogs that make my blog look small on this 'blogging ladder' if you want to call it that. It knocks me down. I feel like I'm at the bottom rung. If my life is my Efforts, and my efforts make my blogs worthless, does that make life worthless? My life? Yours? Yes. No. And sometimes. Yes, in a literal way. No, in a more spiritual way. And Sometimes in a more figurative way, a hidden message within the sentence, in other words.

Sometimes, it makes me take my emotions and hate and pain and anger out on some of these people on the top rungs of blogger. I feel as if it's right. Though, it's not their fault. They probably worked even harder then me. But what it mostly is, is life works alongside some people, and sometimes it's sits there, doing nothing, but watching from a distance.

-Delaney

Vlog? What Vlog?

Hey guys! For all of you who had time to see my vlog on here, and that was the video of me, I decided not to do that kinda daily blog. If i go somewhere for example Kings Dominion, then I would efinetly show it. Unfortuately, nothing good happened So far. BUT, don't get your hopes down. I ave a one-day cruise on Friday that I could record, depending or not if they let me. So! I will probably show it to you all.

Even though the header clearly shows you this is a WORD, STORY, and Visual priint blog, not an oditory, like some of the Music or Song based Blogs, like Treble Clef or Center stage., Although, I have been playing Piano for the past..... hmmm..... almost seven years, so i have some musical experience. Though I have developed a passion for story-writing. If you haven't seen it, Combined Desitines, it's my Warrior cats Story. Though I might make a NEW one, just to start fresh, becuase the unnamed one I'm just writing on paper, and I'm on page 40-something. Check it out on what is it.... the RIGHT sidebar? I tink so... not sure though. I know it's on one of the sidebars, though.

Anyways, THREE POLLS on the Left sidebar! One on a new JUST COMMENT contest, one on wether or not to keep Swiftstar's Graphics,  and one on Warrior cats.

So that's all, folks!

~Delaney