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Apparently, I'm coming back to blogger or something :P Should I continue these stories?

Chapter Eight: They weren't the ones to blame.

   Burnstar of Flareclan stepped through the circle of his clan-mates until he was nose to nose with me. Next to the clan leader, I looked like skin and bones, with more scars down my flanks then the leader's.
   "What? Didn't think a band of rogues would do it?" I spat. "Well we did. Deal with it." I growled. Burnstar glared at me, waiting for the snickers of the warriors to die down. "You have attacked us in our home. We have captured you. Wasn't planning on that, huh?" he growled. He looked at the clan, who bore scars from the battle, and all the other rogues were gone. I was by himself. I was supposed to get revenge! For my mother! I thought, anguished.  "This filthy rogue has attacked the clan, for what all rogues and enemies clans what. Our territory." Burnstar announced. "What? Can't find somewhere else? There's lots of land!" Spat Burnstar. Outraged, Haze snarled. "It was not for any reasons for myself. I was avenging my mother. Your precious mouse-brains killed her." Grasseyes stepped forward, he looked mad, but underneath that I could see he was enjoying this.
      "She deserved it!" he called, and his followers grunted in agreement. Burnstar's eyes flashed with surprise, but it was gone.
       "I shall give him the proper punishment." Burnstar said, narrowing his eyes. "We will hold him prisoner." he said to the clan, and many cats protested.
       "We should kill him!" "We can't have a killer in our clan, think about our kits!" "But it benefits us as well." said one calm voice that somehow carried itself over the angry shouts. A dark grey tom stepped from the crowd in more of a graceful walk then Burnstar's. White tabby marks covered his face, and no-where else.
       "We can use him for information. Think. We can have advantages over the rouges. And even the other clans!" he said, and the angry yowls turned to content murmurs. I looked him up and down, and he gazed back at me with no hatred in his eyes.
       "Sparrowdapple! What is the meaning of this?" Grasseyes growled. "A medicine cat can speak what he wants if it is Starclan's will and for the good of the clan." Sparrowdapple snapped, showing a bad side of him, but then turned to Burnstar, waiting.
       "Despite what Grasseyes thinks, we will keep him prisoner." I looked at two of the warriors, who walked up and led me away. I still glared at both of them, even if they weren't the ones to blame,  someone was still going to pay. They were leading me right inside the heart of their clan. But what I didn't know, is that I would never come out.

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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.