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Posted August 16, 2013
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Posted August 6, 2013
The theme of this writing contest is 'pain.' Please read the rules beforr you get started

-You are allowed three re-writes, and 1 do-over

-The writing may be a story or a poem.

-If the writing is a story, it must have a plot. The story has to be at least 3 chapters. Each chapter must have atleast 4 pages.

-If the writing is a poem, it must be at least 4 lines. It can be any kind of poem.

-No erotica!

-It must be new and orginal. No pre-written stuff

-All writing must be submittee by August 15th at 12:00 am, Central Timezone. Judging starts at 12:00 pm.

PRIZES:

1st: 20 Days of free adverstising for three times a day OR one free sketch mailed to you.

2nd: 20 days of free adversting for two times a day

3rd: 10 days of free adversting for two times a day

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Posted August 7, 2013
I was Firepaw then, a young warrior apprentice with as much happiness as a queen gazing upon her newborn kits. My friend, Petalpaw, and I were climbing a tall tree. We were Clanless then, just following our paws and hoping to become great warriors. Once we reached the top of the tree, I looked at Petalpaw standing out on the farthest branch gazing out over forest, forest and more forest. I suddenly realized how beautiful she was, and forgot about being a warrior to chase my dream with Petalpaw. It lasted a while. Eventually, I confessed to her I loved her. She was a little surprised until she told me she was the same about me. We lived happily for several moons until we arrived at Twolegplace. Among the group of cats that sheltered us, there was particularly one cat Petalpaw kept glancing over at, Sheer. He was a muscular tabby tom, and something about him did seem alluring. Anyhow, I decided that Petalpaw and I were old enough to be named. So, we were Firestorm and Petalshine. We were both happy until Petalshine kept going off with Sheer. He kept stealing her from me! Eventually, it got to the point where Talshine almost never talked to me. We had been so close! I tried to reason with her, but she was absolutely chrmed by something about Sheer I didn't quite get. Then, one night we were sitting together for the first time in moons gazing up at the stars. A couple days later, agan under the stars, she told me she wad going to have kits soon. I was so exorbitantly happy for her I forgot to wonder whether she was carrying mine or Sheer's kits. I was just so excited. The kits were birthed on the night of a terrible storm. The wind howled, and blustered. Rain fell in downpours. Then, I heard something I never should have. Sheen's saying to Petalshine about 'how lovely our kits are.' The word 'our' made my heart skip a beat and my body go numb. I couldn't believe she betrayed me. So, later, Sheen came out of the den and cpnfronted a hissing, spitting, hate-filled version of myself. He said that Petalshine told him I wasn't good enough, and he would rather be with Sheen than with me. He sneered and laughed. I was fed up. All the anger I kept, bottled up inside me, I spewed out. I lunged for his throat and caught him by surprise. I, with my warrior training, quickly nullified his attempts to fight back and pinned him down easily. I shouted terrible, terrible things at him. I could sense Petalshine looking on, and Iet Sheer go along with wounds and left my trust in hr with the night winds. I left that night, alone. A few days later, I got word Petalshine had been murdered and the kits abandoned. But grief and anger prevented me from returning. I went on. I decided to change my name and become a medecine cat, so that I could forget my past. And, mostly, I have. But I will never forget that Stormy night when betrayal crackled in the air, kits were born, and I made the fateful choice to leave her... grief still tugs at my heart, but much less forcefully. I have a Clan now, a home. But I wll never forget Petalshine, the good and bad of her. I am Firesky, ValorClan Medecine Cat.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 6, 2013
I knew that this is it. The war in which they would kill me. I held my breath, the pawsteps thudding closer and closer... I started my own vigil. The voices sounded like a fire crackling aganst a silent background. "Hey! I think I found him!" She meowed, her voice like poison to my ears. The traitor that broke my heart. Valor. The rogue that i knew, somehow, someday, would kill me. But I fell in love with her anyway...
Valor sniffed around and caught his scent. Jay! He shuffled his feet as he watched her slide her paws menacingly toward his hiding spot. He knew it was over. A paw handling dog-sharp claws smacked on his face leaving long scratches. He gasped, but didnt move. Jay stood his ground confidently. "Jay. What a familiar name..." she hissed. She threw herself int his underbelly and hooked he claws in. "Aah!" He gasped in pain, eyes welling mostly from heartache. Jay convulsed an fell on the ground. "I wont be seeing you in starclan..." he croaked. she smiled. "Then i geuss ill mee you in The dark forest!" She smirked, twisting her claws in his stomach and leaving him. Jay had flashbacks of his life and kissedthem goodbye starting from the day he was born.... (((to be continued next result! Please rate n' review)))
Posted August 6, 2013
"No......i....mustsnt....no. No......nooo....must... not....no... No sleeping......no.......i.....im.....im....falling.....NO!.....im....falling....into....their trap.....i.....i...i mustnt.....fall.....sleep.....sleep......"
My body was cold, and limp. They put me into a crystal ball. I could only think, nothing else. And see. Wires were everywhere. They slid under my eye lids, under my skin, twisting, turning, throuh my muscles, and nerves, enabling me to see, and control what was coming. Days, and weeks i was a test, testing whether or not i could survive in a tiny ball. I hate to admit it, but they were geniuses. I litterely ran on oil. Sooner or later, they put me, a tiny pup uncased in a blue ball with wires crowding my nervous system, into a wolf-like machine. The first M.M.D. Mental Machine Dog.
 What i tried to do, the M.M.D did. I struggled to break from my ball and wreck the machine, but to no avail. I was useless, but my machine body wasnt. Being a test wasnt easy. I constantly attacked my scientists, but i was not given a way to kill. Something they put in me prevented extreme harm. Soon, they had made another M.M.D. Eventually, a pup was put into another ball, this time tinted pink instead of blue. They tainted with wires and a little more advanced technoligy. We are only pups, and the pup who was with that M.M.D soon died at their hands. I remained the only M.M.D. Perhaps if they kept the model the same, i could have more to talk and relate to. But i was alone, and was the alpha of the A.I.W-Artificial Intelligence Wolves. They were dumb, but worshiped me and were powerful.
 We were on a daily patrol. Being the alpha of of our 'pack' i always made sure that no unnessisary harm came. But i was often beaten. How can a machine be beaten? Well your forgetting my nervous system was hooked up to every limb and muscle. I could feel pain. Soon, back to the lab to tamper with nature and machinery. Our world, was cruel, and although i had an increased life-span, i knew i wouldnt last long.
 Soon, i was outdated and sent outsode the city to rot and freeze, or to burn and die. The M.M.D2 replaced me. As horrible as it sounds, im glad it happened. Our year is 3099, and the world jas no regonized end. But i wish it would end soon for me.
Posted August 6, 2013
The pain is too much

It seems to encompass me

Why me? Just, why me?

Every step hurts

Like stepping on pins and needles

That is the plain truth

Why was i chosen
To relive life day to day
Posted August 6, 2013
By Diana Dillon
Strikes the unsuspecting
And now I need protecting,
From the sky that's falling
No way of deflecting
The pain that's coming for me
It's too late to say sorry
Without you I can't see
But it's too late to say sorry
My brother's being hunted
My sister's hopes are sunken
My parents, both in coffins
The pain, no way to stop it
Fire overtakes my home
Leaving me sad and alone
Too late, the seeds of pain are sown,
Good bye...
Posted August 6, 2013
Running, running far from her.
 My eyes gleam red, the red of the cursed. The red of blood. The red of my broke heart.
 "Nightclaw!" I can hear her call my name, but I dont want to be able to. I want to be deaf, so I may never hear her sweet voice.
 She'll never find me, with the night of no moon upon us, and this heavy rain, no one would ever spot my black pelt. She would never see the tears that streamed down my face, coming down just as hard as the rain.
 My paws slip in the mud, and I fight to gain control, but Im sliding, like a Twoleg who is just learning to skate.
 "NIGHTCLAW!!" Her voice is louder, she's gettig closer! I need to get away!
 "Nightclaw." Suddenly, shes in frot of me. How could she? Wasnt she behind me? I try to back up. "Nightclaw, you need to stop running. Whats wrong?"
 Whats wrong? I practically burst out laughing. My heart twists, seeing her face full of sympathy. "Youre still alive, thats whats wrong."
 "W-what do you mean? Come on, I-I can help you." Her compassionate green eyes shimmer in the darkess, contrasting with my red.
 "I DONT WANT YOUR HELP! I DONT NEED YOUR HELP!!" My eyes slit in anger, and I glare at her. Then...a smile appears upon my face. "And I can fix the problem..." I unsheath my claws. "On my own." And I leap at her.
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Posted August 6, 2013
Remember me.

Why did you leave?

Was it my blue eyes?

Or could you not breathe.

I never thought

of you as a traitor.

I always said

that you were a rater.

Remember me.

I was in a dream.

It was you and me together.

But that will never happen again.

And now I've got a fever.

Because of who I am.

Thanks for reading my awesome poem! I also write Warrior fanfictions. You can read them at thundering skies all results. I hope I win!

~Cardinal (^•)>