Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

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Souki · Rogue

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Souki · Rogue

ENTRIES! part one.

all entries are copy pasted and as such will appear as sent to me.

name. twigstorm

Me With No You

Sitting alone in my room, this old picture of me and you on my bedroom dresser.
It hurts.
Memories.
I took you forgranted, I thought you'd always be there, but now you're gone..
Everyone's been worried about me. I've started to have thoughts of suicide lately. I shouldn't be thinking this way, it's not the me you fell in love with, that's exactly what you'd say.
I'm incomplete without you Ken..I'll always and forever love you, even if you're gone now.
~*Kyle Broflovski

The young 16 year old redheaded teen closed his green notebook on his desk infront of him, he looked at a small framed picture infront of him, it was a picture of him and his now late boyfriend sitting together in the couples favorite place; Starks Pond, laying his head down infront of him, he began to weep forlornly, tears flowing in small streams down his red cheeks and falling onto his bare chest and pajama pants. He clenched his teeth together and ran his hands threw his curly red hair as he tried to hold back his cries.

Come on Ky, Kenny wouldn't want to see you this way. I need to get over it already, he's dead. He's not coming back. It's impossible..

Outside the redheads room window, the night stars light flowed threw, leaving a small film of light on beds sheets. Kyle lifted his head up quickly, his bright green eyes closed and looking up at the white ceiling wordlessly, one of his hands drifted onto one of the desk drawers, quickly opening it, his fingers tracing around the small drawer until one of his fingers were slightly brushed and cut by a square shaped silver cutting blade, it wasn't even half the size of his palm. Kyle cringed as he sat up, looking at the blade in the palm of his hand, taking it in his fingers. He looked at his wrist for a sad expression, eyes wet and red, his thin wrist had two slits that had scabbed over, one longer than the other and both near the main blood vessels in his wrist, Kyle frowned at this, closing his eyes tightly as his thoughts raced.

Don't do it again Ky! The first two times almost got you sent to the hospital! Is he really worth losing my life too..?

The redhead thought it over for a long moment, his sad green eyes strayed over towards the clock on his wall, nearly midnight. Normally Kenny would have been sitting on the bed next to him, cuddling him, cooing and cradling him to sleep as if he were a baby. Kyle's fingers trembled against the small blade, his face twisted in pain as he made a swift slit against his wrist, breaking the skin and almost instantly; a pool of thick red liquid formed around the small slit, getting larger with every waking second, but this did not stop the depressed teenager. He let out a loud cry of fear and agony as he made a cut at the new wound again, making it deeper and wider, tears streamed down his face, fingers instinctively dropping the blade to the ground, leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes tightly as he did not wish to see the blood that was now flowing from his wrist and onto the carpeted floor below, causing it to stain. Kyle had usually found a way to hide the stains before his mother found out, but now the stains were in clear view; all over the carpeted ground below him and his bare skinned chest. The sick, twisted redhead smiled in satisfaction as the warm liquid spilled from the wound, soon hearing footsteps running up the staircase; he figured it was his parents coming to figure out what he had cried so loudly about. The young teens vision was now blurring from blood loss as he heard his room door slam open, his heavyset mother and rail-thin father running in, both at either side of the teen, who was now in a daze, laughing slightly with a smirk.

"I'm coming Ken.."

Sheila shook Kyle violently, trying to snap her son out of the daze he was entering, her eyes wet as she quickly looked over at his wound on his wrist, crying out loudly. "Oh no Gerald! We've got to get him to a hospital!"

Kyle half way closed his eyes as he started to slip into blackness, groaning in pain as his mind started to fill with more memories of his late boyfriend. Anything else that had happened after what Sheila had said were soon forgotten, for the redhead passed into unconsciousness.

Hours later, Kyle awoke in a hospital bed, eyes shifting as they looked at his new surroundings, gaping in surprise at where he was. Instantly, his eyes fear filled as he tried to sit up weakly, only to be held back by a small thin tube that was stuck in his wrist, his other wrist was wrapped tightly in a layer of gauze bandages. Tears welled in the teens eyes, curling himself up in a tight ball as he realized what had happened, his fingers traced the small tube that was attached to him and a small bag of blood above his head, tugging violently at it, causing it to release and spill blood on the white sheets. The redhead smiled in a pleased manner as he slowly uncoiled the bandages around his wrist, seeing it hadn't fully scabbed over yet, still bleeding.

"Kyle.."

Kyle lifted his head up hopefully, but weakly due to blood loss already, his face pale and his green eyes gleaming as a glowing figure came to sit at the side of the bed.

"Kenny..?"

The blonde headed angel chuckled and leaned in closer to the redhead, brushing his lips against his, soon after, Kyle fell lifeless onto the bed.

"I told you I'd always be with you, no matter what it took."

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secondary art piece. yes.
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once-over before read. spell check. you only made the limit becuase you thought some words were one word instead of two, but i'll give it to you.

name. jaggedpine.

Rick's IcePack

Rick loved to tell stories to himself.

Rick was 16, and he didnt really have any friends to hang out with. He was a bit of an outsider, and he always knew that he needed someone. So, he made up random characters and one day he threw together a story. It was about wolves.

There was a pack of wolves called IcePack that lived in a place of fantasy. It was a lot like that Arctic. There were two packs, IcePack and NightPack. They were enemy packs and fought frequently over food and territory, since there wasnt a lot of it to go around to two large packs.

Another strange thing about the packs was that they could travel far distances in minutes, by turning into cloud figures and walking through the sky as clouds that look like moving wolves. They reached in and out of the clouds by lightning bolts that touch down on earth.

The last place Rick had been the story of the packs was when a wolf of IcePack named Dewey died of a disease unknown to the pack.

Rick had just begun to dream that night, and he found himself in a place where there was snow everywhere, like one of the Poles. He looked around and noticed some dark, moving figures not too far away, but they were just too far that he couldnt tell what they were.

Suddenly, the figures were right in front of Rick, (because theyre dreams and they do what they want). Rick was taken aback when he saw that the figures were wolves. They werent just any wolves either. They were wolves that matched the description of the wolves of IcePack!

My name is Neco, said the leader. Rick smiled when he heard the name of the Alpha of IcePack.

I know, Rick replied. Neco dipped his head.

You are the only one in the world that knows about us. We live in the world of Tayato, in the equal of the Arctic. One of our wolves has died, as you know, Neco went on. Rick nodded and looked at his feet.

Dewey, he whispered. Neco nodded.

He was important to our pack. We need new pups to make out pack strong. Spring, Neco said, pointing to a wolf that Rick knew was named Spring. ...had decided to have pups with Dewey. They loved each other a lot. But, Dewey died before anything could happen. Spring looked sadly at her paws.

No wolf would replace him, she whispered. Neco looked at Rick, who looked back at the Alpha nervously.

Thats where you come in, he said. Weve been watching you, and have found out that you not only know the most about us, but your personality almost matches perfectly with Deweys. Rick nodded. Dewey was a lot like him. He was nervous around new people, or in this case wolves, but once he came to know them, he was funny and friendly. Weve developed a new kind of power in the past decades thats allowed us to bring any creature, no matter what kind, into our world as a wolf of their own or to be in one that has left us. Rick was frightened now. He knew all about this. To bring someone into the body of one of their dead, the personalities of the creature and the wolf must match. Plus, the one that was coming into the wolfs body, must die from their old form to take on a new one.

You want me to become Dewey? Rick asked. Neco sighed.

I knew that youd be reluctant to the idea. Not a lot of others like to leave their current forms for a new one. Ill understand if you dont want to. Rick thought hard about this. People would be suspicious about his sudden disappearance, but IcePack was important to him, especially now that he figured out they actually lived in a parallel world.

He didnt know what made him do it, maybe some feeling that came out of nowhere, but suddenly, Rick nodded.

Ill do it.

Neco grinned and dipped his head, but Spring stepped forward. It was obvious that she was happy he had accepted, but, as she would normally do, she tried to figure out if this was too good to be true.

What about your family? Wont they miss you Rick? she asked. Rick shrugged. His parents had been extremely impatient with him lately, and sometimes it was like they didnt even acknowledge he existed. Rick grinned slyly.

They wont miss me at all, he said. Hed show them what happens when they messed with Rick. Neco dipped his head to him.

Well then, he said. Lets go. The pack turned and raced off, while Rick stayed there.

The next thing he knew he was awake.

He had no idea what to do anymore. Why had they left? When was he going to be transferred into Deweys body? When was he going to die?

Three days later, Rick strangely got into a car wreck. He died soon after when a hemorrhage took over his brain.

Now, Rick lives in a world parallel to our own, in the equal of the Arctic. He lives as a wolf named Dewey with a pack called IcePack, and every day he hunts for them. He patrols the borders of their territory with NightPack. He looks down at his pups and sees his spirit inside of them, and he doesnt think for a second about his old life.

Ricks family went on to have a daughter. They took better care of her, like they learned they had to do from Rick.

Everything is good now, and everyone has won, sort of. But keep the memory of IcePack in your minds. Who knows? They might be real....

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secondary art piece. no.
once-over before read. quotes and other punctuation disappear when copy pasted directly from word.

-- Edited by Souki on Friday 2nd of July 2010 03:45:07 AM

Souki · Rogue

ENTRIES! part two.

all entries are copy pasted and as such will appear as sent to me.

name. shatterstep.

Ever seen somebody so absolutely gorgeous it makes your heart hurt? Who can make your legs wobble when you see them? Who brightens your whole day just by breathing? To some that may sound like torture but to Ingram it's everyday life. Everyday Ingram, the captain of the football team, has to watched Kendall, captain of the debate team, go about her ife unaware of the effect she has on him. About once a week he gets up the nerve to talk to her but right before he can tell her how he feels one of them is whisked away. You'd think being the most popular guy in school he'd date a cheerleader but truth is, he could have a more meaningful conversation with a weed in a flower garden. The thing about cheerleaders being dumb as dirt is an understatement for the Starks High cheerleaders. He once watched one walk into a glass door three times before she realized it was there. Unlike the stereotype where they say all football players are jar-headed jerks Ingram prefers reading to partying. Call him crazy but he'd rather not be rejected from medical school because of something he doesn't even remember. Unlike most of the kids in his class he'd actually like to make it our their small town after graduation and not have to live with his parents for the rest of his life.

When the final bell rang that Friday everybody rushed out of the classrooms and headed fort heir lockers. All through the halls people were talking about Chance Taylor's party that night. Ingram heard all types of people talking about the party that night. It seemed as if everybody were going.

"Hey man, you coming to the party tonight?" asked a tall blonde guy.

"For sure wouldn't miss it for the world, Chance." Ingram told him smiling. He didn't tell him that the only reason he was going was because he hoped Kindell would be there.

"Wow, my parties must be pretty famous if it get Ingram Guatier out of the house." Chance said teasing him "Well see you tonight, bud."

Ingram made his way through the crowded parking lot towards his '65 Mustang convertible. Getting in he threw his backpack in the next seat and started the car. He smiled as the engine purred to life and he put it in gear speeding out of the parking lot avoiding cars and people in his way.

Pulling into his driveway he got out and headed upstairs to change clothes. Grabbing a pair of jeans and his lucky American Eagle button up he changed clothes and headed downstairs to get a box of JuJubes. Sailor was sitting on the kitchen counter reading Romeo and Juliet aloud very dramaticly. Anybody 'normal' person would think she had lost her mind but in truth Ingram's little sister was most sane when she was reading Shakespear. Sitting down with his Jujubes he listened to his sister read aloud and clapped when she finished the act.

"I don't understand why you use the book when we both know you can speak it all from memory." he said offering her some Jujubes.

"Well, you see I do so love the ancient smell of the books as I flip the pages. It just makes it more real somehow." She said popping the Jujubes in her mouth and getting off the counter. "So I see you're going to the party tonight." she noted loooking at his outfit.

"Yeah I haven't gone to one all year so I might as well start now." he said like it was no big deal.

"Right, of course by the use of your lucky shirt I take it Kindell will be there tonight. Maybe tonight you will have the balls to talk to her and tell her how you really feel instead of being a pansy." she laughed and leaned on the table.

"It's not as easy as it looks. I mean have you ever even talked to a guy outside of the drama club?" he asked her defensivly.

"Honey, why would I when I have all I need right there?" smiling she walked off "Good luck tonight. You're gonna need it." His twin's laughter echoed through the kitchen causing him to get up and leave the house.

Later that night he arrived at Chance's house and sat in his car for about ten minutes before he could get up the nerve to open the door. 'What if she is actually here and I freeze up or pass out or...expload.' he shook his head and opened the door getting out and walking up to the front door. He was greeted by Chance and Erin.

"We were wondering when you'd finally get up the nerve to get out of the car and join us." Erin said flipping her blonde hair out of her face.

"I was on the phone with Sailor. She needed to know how to use the microwave." he lied and walked passed them. They all thought his sister was crazy anyway so they didn't doubt this. He grabbed a drink and headed out back to the pool area and just as the french doors leading to the backyard came in sight so did something else. The party blurred away and all that was left was Ingram and the beautiful red head in front of him. Kindell was laughing and singing In The Next Room by Neon Trees which had started playing.

'Tonights the night. I can feel it. Tonight I'm going to tell Kindell how I truly feel about her.' Ingram thought as he walked towards the whole reason he was at the party and not at home reading Othello for the hundreth time.

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secondary art piece. no.
once-over before read. obnoxious color!!! i didn't notice anything else after that retina-burning first impression.

name. scorchheart

Katiery sat in the living room, buisy typing her next story on her lap top. She liked to write, but today was hot and sunny, causing her to feel sleep and stupid. Her brother was rranting about how Digimon was a rip off, and the site Noshimonsters being a rip off of Neopets. She guessed the he was too bored to talk about anything really exciting. Her brother's name was Mathew Martinez. She had two sisters as well. One was called Cleo, and the other was called Briana, although she had had her name shortened to Bri. She too sat at a computer, but not for homework or to write a story. Just to get on web sites and watch videos on You Tube.

Katiery couldn't concentrate on her story, her sister cleo having the volume to the TV blaring. In frustration she turned around in her chair to face her sister, who sat mezmorized by the latest program on television."Cleo, please tunr that music off." she asked. "There's nothing else to listne to." she replied. "CLEO COME HERE!" Mathew called. Katiery listened as he called again. "CLEO...." "OKAY OKAY!" she replied, heading down the first flight of stairs down to the basement where the game room was. Her brother was playing video games, and Katiery listened as he started excitedly running up the stairs to tell her that they were watching a South Park Special. "Cartman's mom sucks!" he laughed. "Whatever..." Katiery muttered under her breath.

"Katiery! battleMOD has decided on your placemnet level!" Briana exclaimed. Katiery hopped over to her lap top and immediatly went to the site. Sure enough, her defence level had been placed as eight and her attack was four. "Not too bad." she said.

After that, she went down stairs to get her things into her brother's room, seeing as they were switching again. Her mother wouldn't be home for a while, but they had tons of work to do. Briana was singing to the radeo and then stopped when she saw Katiery enter. "OUT!!! OUT NOOOOWWWW!!!!" she screamed, running up the stairs and then slamming her bed room door.
"Oh save me the dramama. It's the same everyday with them." she sighed. It literally was, everyday they fought, then ate, then fought over the computer, then she'd catch Bri singing to the Radeo.

A few hours later, Katiery heard her mother rapping on the front door, or what she thought was her mom. SHe walked down the first flight of stairs and opened the door to find her 15 year old neice, 14 year old nephew, and other neices standing in the door with her older brother, James, and several boxes of Pizza. She smiled and helped them carry the stuff in, but Her Older neice, she being 13 aqnd her neice 15, gave her the cold shouldier. James and Rico, her Nephew, were hyped up though. SHe grinned and they all sat down to eat pizza and drink soda, mainly seven up or Dr. Pepper.

She found that Celest seemed a bit jealous, and angry. This became more evident as they cleaned out the garage, Celest not really talking. 'She's acting like such a downer." Katiery thought. Briana, was running all over the place like mad after drinking three sodas. "WOOOOO!!!!! I LIKE MONKEYS!!!" She laughed. 'If only she knew.' Katiery thought. She watched as many possesions, which were her old Step Dad's tools, being thrown away. "NO!" she shouted as a tool box with some of the tools he'd let her use started to fall to the ground. SHe caught it just in time too.

After they had finished three hours worth of cleaning and removing several boxes containing over 1000,000,000,000+ nails, they were all saying their good byes. Her little neice, Mya, at the age of five, was hanging onto her leg. Jame plled her off and grinned at them. "You kids be good now alright?' he said. 'He was at least in his thirties by now...' Katiery thought. Briana was waving and then she raced over to Katiery. 'why is she so sad?" Briana thought. She remembered how Katiery had shouted when the tools nearly fell to the ground. 'crap, she and our dead step dad used those a lot." she thought. Cleo was on the virge of a tantrum. "NO! MATHEW GIVE IT BACK!!" she whinned, like some spoiled baby. Mathew held a pillow over her head. It was her [ink cheshire pillow, and she was pissed off.

Mother had sent them all off to bed after the Skirmish between the four, and Katiery was trying to get some quiet on the porch, whereas Bri was buissy pestering her. Her eye twitched until she felt she might go utterly stark raving mad. "MONKEYS RULE! FIVE DOLLAR FOOT LONG!!!" Briana randomly shouted. Katiery finally snapped. "YOU KNOW WHAT?!" she brst, making Briana jump. She ran in the house with a whimper. Katiery huffed, grabbed her Skateboard, and vanished down the street.

SHe came back a few hours later, exhousted. She kenw she'd been out late because the house lights were off and the street lamps were on. All the neibors and others had closed their garage doors and gone to sleep. "Oh bother." Katiery muttered. She'd have to break into the backyard.

Her dog, Lisa, had seen her climbing over the fence, and ran up to her. She gave many excited barks, translated as:"MASTER IS HOME!" and then Sassy pawed at her head. Dutches, was buissy picking the brown bits out of the dog food, not really giving a care, but when she heard Lisa, she bolted right up to Katiery and then stood on her hind legs, licking her face. She loved to show off so that Lisa would know she was better.

Lisa was an undergrown rotweiler, full grown and still having pup fur. She was the excited type, and loved to play. Sassy, on the other hand, was a golden Choow/ German Shepard mix, and was calm. SHe never liked to bark too much, but was very protestive, and her bark was ten times worse than her bite if you knew enough not to get close wihtout being friendly. Dutchess, was a picky little Australian shepard mix, and she loved to toy with Lisa over who was Beta of their little, "pack." SHe also was very protective of the family, and had forgotten the tricks she'd once known. Sassy was obviously Alpha, but Lisa and Dutchess fought over second place.

Katiery went into the house with a smile, and then fell asleep on the couch without bothering to take her pony tail out, which would prove to be quite painfull in the morning. TOmmorrow another day would come. and plenty of trouble.