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This is going to turn out horrible, I can just feel it….

A new hope

Mousetail flicked away the dust gathering in the elder's den and grumbled: "I don't get why we have to sleep in this dump.“ Goldenfeather came in and scolded her mother,
”Be grateful you at least have a den. Some cats don't know what that's like!“ Fernkit and Lilykit tumbled in and bumped into Goldenfeather. They shrank back, scared. Lionkit came in, his ginger fur shining. He had blue-grey markings on his side, marking him as a water cat, a descendant of the old tribe ‘The Tribe Of Gifted Cats’. He tutted and turned to his mother,
”Goldenfeather, when will I be a ‘paw? My broken leg has healed and I’ve just turned 8 moons.“ Goldenfeather looked at him crossly before replying,
”It will happen when it happens. Today is Fernkit and Lilykit's ceremony. It might happen today, you never know."
"But I want it now!“ he cried, disappointed. Goldenfeather picked her son up by the scruff of his neck and took him outside and hissed at him,
”Be quiet you piece of mouse-dung. You are a disgrace to my family's name. The only way you can redeem yourself is by becoming either a leader or a deputy. You got that?“ Lionkit nodded, his eyes round with fear. Goldenfeather then cuffed him around his left ear twice. Silverwing burst out of the bushes yowling. She tackled Goldenfeather and grinned at her denmate. Goldenfeather pushed Silverwing off her and walked off, tail held high.
”Do you want me to raise you?“ she asked Lionkit, ”After all, your mother did leave you in your own nest in the nursery.“ He timidly nodded and asked:
”Does that mean my sister's will be Blossomkit and Cherrykit and my brother's will be Birchkit and Shadekit?" Silverwing nodded in reply and he grinned and threw himself onto her.

Later on….

Amberstar climbed onto the highledge and yowled,
“All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around!” Lionkit wasn't meant to go over, but he did. He settled next to Silverwing and she wrapped her tail around him. Fernkit and Lilykit jumped up next to Amberstar and she began,
Amberstar: “We are gathered here today to witness Fernkit and Lilykit becoming apprentices,” (the gathered cats went wild)
“Goldenfeather, it is now your time for an apprentice. You mentor Fernpaw.”
Goldenfeather waited underneath the highledge as Fernpaw jumped down.
Amberstar: “And Mudclaw will mentor Lilypaw.”
The same happened.
Amberstar: “Goldenfeather, the whole clan knows your courage and responsibility as a deputy. We hope that one day Fernpaw will be a deputy as well, so do your best to pass on these qualities. Mudclaw, the whole clan knows your trust in your clanmates and your loyalty to the clan. Do your best to pass these qualities onto Lilypaw.”
Goldenfeather and Fernpaw touched noses and walked off to the training glade and Mudclaw and Lilypaw intertwined their tails as a sign of trust and went off to practice beside the stream. Lionkit was downcast as cats pasted him muttering things like,
“Half-clan.”
“Mouse-dung.”
“Mouse-brain.”
And……
“Fuzz-brain.”
Silverwing led him into the nursery and told him to get some rest.

That night, at moon-high……..

Lionkit tossed in his sleep. He had been following Blossomkit and Shadekit through their dreams, then they went to The place of no stars. Of course, he had no idea about what it was like, he had only heard nursery-tails. He hid behind the thick foliage as Blossomkit and Shadekit sat down in front of a big, muscular, brown tabby tom. His white chin and underbelly glowed slightly in the darkness. A black she-cat sat beside him. The she-cat's red eyes pierced the darkness with their eerie glow. She had a flame on her forehead which also slightly glowed. Behind her a brown-and-white tabby she-cat sat, the she-cat had an usually long tail. The she-cat's eyes matched the tom's eyes, sharp blue.
“Welcome Blossomkit and Shadekit. Or should I call you Blossompaw and Shadepaw?” he asked no-cat in particular. “Mapletail,” he continued, “Please escort Darkfire home. I would like to have a private word with these ‘paws.” Mapletail (the tabby she-cat) and Darkfire (the black she-cat) stood up and left. The tom looked at Shadepaw and Blossompaw. He first spoke to Shadepaw, “Shady, you want to overthrow your leader am I correct?” Shadepaw nodded and he continued, “But you want to be deputy. Blossompaw,” he turned to Blossompaw, “You want to be leader. Let’s practice.”
“Yes Hollowstar,” they responded.

My name is Tiger, I'm a selfproclaimed singer, author and animator. My birthday is the 25th of August and I am a Virgo ♍. I love roleplaying. I also draw, digitally and the classic way, on paper.
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WildlighttheBetrayer wrote:

Cinderpelt4332 wrote:

TigerAlpaca wrote:

WildlighttheBetrayer wrote:

TigerAlpaca wrote:

WildlighttheBetrayer wrote:

TigerAlpaca wrote:

WildlighttheBetrayer wrote:

Okay, so this is going to be the first time ever that I've written this, so it's a super rough draft and will probably turn out horrible

A New Life: The Sacrifice

Chapter One

“Wait, Petalstar,” the deputy of ThunderClan mews to his leader, stopping her from leaping down from the highledge. She had just preformed a Warrior Ceremony, turning little Mintpaw and tiny Leafpaw into Mintblaze and Leaftail.

The whole of ThunderClan watches as Petalstar pauses and turns to her deputy. “Yes, Grayheart?” she asks him.

"How could you?!“ Grayheart shouts accusingly, his voice echoing throughout the ThunderClan camp.

”What do you mean?“ Petalstar asks, confused.

”Don't act like you don't know, Petalstar,“ Grayheart says, his eyes narrowing.

”What are you saying, Grayheart?“ Petalstar asks sharply.

”I know who the real father to your kits are,“ Grayheart says, his eyes moving down to the very faint bulge of his leader's stomach. ”It isn't Stormstrike like what you've told everyone.“

Petalstar stares at him, before saying, ”I don't know what you're talking about, Grayheart.“

”Yes, you do. Stormstrike died in the bloody battle against ShadowClan, which was only a couple of sunrises ago. Right before you announced who your mate was. Right before the clan was told you were expecting kits. How very convenient.“

”What do you mean? S-Stormstrike fought very bravely in the battle, and he wouldn't have died if it weren't for Ivystar. He killed my mate before I told him about our kits! And he was only one of many of our cats to die in that battle!“ Petalstar's voice wavers when she says Stormstrike's name.

”Indeed. But I noticed something. Two near-identical cats, fighting. Both have black fur and green eyes, the only difference being their clan. One from ThunderClan, one from ShadowClan,“ Grayheart murmurs, apparently thinking. The rest of ThunderClan sits in rapt silence, watching their leader and deputy.

”Your point is?“ Petalstar asks.

”It was very smart of you to cover up who your real mate was with a look-alike. Even smarter to announce your kits with him after his death, so he couldn't deny it. And you being the leader, no one questioned it. Too bad you made the smallest of mistakes. A mistake I've discovered,“ Grayheart says this, all the while looking very pleased with himself.

He pauses, as if waiting for Petalstar to respond. When she doesn't say anything, he continues.

”Your mistake being that you forgot to fully hide the scent of a ShadowClan cat. But that was a half-moon ago, and I just brushed it off. It was probably just nothing, I thought. You could've picked up the scent without realizing it while patrolling the ShadowClan border. That happens all the time, after all.

"But then it happened again, and again. I kept smelling the faintest smell of ShadowClan! That made me curious. What could the ThunderClan leader be doing with some cat from ShadowClan? So the next time you left the camp alone, I followed you. At first, all seemed normal. You were stalking a mouse, close to the border of ShadowClan, I had noted, when a cat stepped out from behind a tree. You two greeted each other like old friends. Then, together, you dissapeared into ShadowClan territory. I would've followed you for even longer, if I hadn't been so very shocked with who it was that you were with.“

Grayheart pauses, taking in the surprise and fear on his leader's face. He then turns on highlede, from facing Petalstar to facing the rest of the clan.

”Petalstar here, your very own leader, was with Ivystar, the leader of ThunderClan's rivals!" Grayheart roars, and instantly the gathered ThunderClan cats murmur with one another.

“S-Silence!” Petalstar shrieks, her voice catching.

“What, Petalstar? Are you going to deny it?” Grayheart taunts, smirking. His leader turns to look at him. “ThunderClan is waiting for you to explain.”

Like what he said, every single ThunderClan cat is watching their leader, ears perked.

Petalstar waves her tail uncertainty. “I-I was meeting up with Ivystar,” she admits, shaking as she steps forward.

“Ha! So you see, ThunderClan, your leader here has broken the Warrior Code,” Grayheart meows as he pushes Petalstar out of the way, also stepping forward. “She has met up with a cat from another clan, and is going to have his kits. They have been meeting with one another for the past moon! This cannot go unnoticed!”

“H-how do you know how long Ivystar and I have been meeting up?” Petalstar asks, her ears perking up. “I thought you only found out recently!”

The deputy rolls his eyes before mewing, “Okay, so I followed you the very first time you vanished, as well as the times after that. But everything else is true!”

"Then the cat's scent that led to the battle that killed Stormstrike as well as many other cats was your scent?!“ Petalstar shouts, her eyes widening as she realizes it.

”Yes,“ Grayheart says, nodding. ”But it was all for a good cause!“ He adds when the cats of ThunderClan start murmuring again.

”But more than half of our entire clan was killed because of you!" Petalstar counters, and turns to the rest of her clan. "He made most of our Warriors die! He made all of our Apprentices die, including his own! He is responsible for bringing both WindClan and RiverClan into the battle, no doubt making some of their cats die as well!“

The cats stare at Grayheart, and Hazelwing, a mother of four of the seven Apprenrices who were killed, bristles as she stands up. ”I don't care whether our leader's kits are going to be half-clan! You made my kits die!“

However, she is the only cat who reacts like that. Most of the other ThunderClan cats just shrug.

Gaining back his confidence with the lack of supporters for Petalstar, Grayheart loudly mews, ”I think Petalstar should be exiled from the clans!"

Aside from Hazelwing, all of ThunderClan yells in agreement.

Petalstar takes a deep breath, as if she is about to say something, but then a cat in the crowd starts to chant, “GraySTAR, GraySTAR, GraySTAR!” and not long after, everyone is chanting. Grayheart basks under the chant for a while, obviously enjoying it, but he stops it by waving his tail to silence the gathered cats.

The deputy turns to Petalstar. "The clan has voted me as leader, and I hereby exile you, Petalshine, from all the clans,“ he calls her by her Warrior name, a sign of disrespect.

”What?!“ The leader meows, astonished. ”You can't do that!“

”But if the clan agrees, I can,“ Grayheart mews smugly. ”Goodbye forever.“

When Petalstar doesn't move, Grayheart signals to Stonetail and Coalfeather. They leap up onto highledge and drag their (former) leader down through the crowd. Everyone watches.

As they drag her to the entrance of the ThunderClan camp, Hazelwing whispers ”I'm so, so sorry,“ looking scared for her.

Petalstar rips herself free from Stonetail and Coalfeather's grip and murmurs back to Hazelwing, ”Goodbye, Hazelwing."

She turns and walks out of the camp, away from everyone's stares, away from her deputy, away from cats she thought were loyal to her.

She walks and doesn't look back.

That is BRILLIANT!! I would buy that book

ACK YAY THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH DDDD
You're welcome do you like my writings?


YES I loveeee your writings!!

Really? THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


No problem!!!!

Ack! Sorry! I was on my shared account! Sorry for any confusion!

It's fine, I really appreciate it!

My name is Tiger, I'm a selfproclaimed singer, author and animator. My birthday is the 25th of August and I am a Virgo ♍. I love roleplaying. I also draw, digitally and the classic way, on paper.
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ForeverAnAuthor wrote:

Here's mine! XP
(It's a crossover… Percy Jackson and HP. If you only read HP, then just ignore the Neville bits… And she's a Lestrange in the HP version.)

Darkness Within

Part One

I hurried along an empty Hogwarts’ corridor, my face buried in a thick book. As I turned a sharp corner, I banged straight into two figures. I stumbled.
“Oh, so sorry!” I muttered, before glancing up at the people in front of me. My bright blue eyes that were so often praised for their shine widened at the sight of the oddity Luna Lovegood, with a very unlikely companion. My book dropped from my hands, landing with a muffled thud on the ground.
I quickly casted my eyes onto the ground, too afraid to look up again.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered swiftly. “I didn’t know that you’d be here. I was just heading to the common room. Excuse me.”
I tried to step pass the two in front of me, but Luna stopped me, genuinely smiling. I looked at her, startled. After all, very few people smiled at me, like, for real. Some laughed at me, yes, but not because they liked me. The ones that did really smile were usually teachers, and occasionally, my reflection in the mirror, but that was even rarer.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Luna said mistily. “It was as much our fault as yours. Wasn’t it, Draco?”
Luna looked at her companion expectantly, but he just stared coldly at me, as expected, his icy blue eyes boring straight through me. Luna frowned a little, and bent down to pick up my book, while I stood there, frozen, staring back at him.
“Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,” Luna read the cover. “Well, it is a good book, but it’s a shame that they never mentioned Crumple-Horned Snorkacks or even—”
“Aquila Lestrange,” Draco said sharply to me, ignoring Luna. “You never saw us, do you understand? Not a word.”
His voice was forceful, warning me of the dangers if I did not do as he said.
I nodded, ducking my head low.
Luna handed me my book and I quickly ran off. As I rounded another corner, I heard Luna say, “You shouldn’t do that.”
“I do whatever I please.” Came the reply. “Anyway, she’s the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange.”
“And you’re the son of—”
“I’m over that now.”
An unsatisfied sigh followed that particular announcement.
I quickly hurried along the corridors, going deeper and deeper into the castle, through secret passages and hidden doorways, down flight and flights of steep staircases until I finally reached my destination. I stepped in front of a seemingly empty stonewall.
“Cunning and sly,” I muttered, and the stone door slid open at the password. I stepped cautiously into the dim, green tinted room inside.
I rapidly skirted around the edge of the Slytherin’s common room, trying not to attract any attention. As usual, it did not work.
“Lestrange!” yelled a pug-faced girl. “Come here!”
I closed my eyes, and slowly walked over to her.
“Yes, Pansy?” I asked her, even though I knew what was coming.
She threw a stack of homework papers to me.
“Finish them by Monday,” Pansy snapped. “What are you doing, just standing there? Get to work!”
“Yes, Pansy,” I mumbled, and went over to a nearby table as Pansy and her cronies guffawed at the sight of me.
I sat down and started doing homework. After I was done with Pansy’s, I pulled out my own and started on that too. Seconds, minutes, then hours crawled pass. When I was finally done with all the work, I looked up and realized I was alone in the common room. The clock read 3:24 a.m. I was just gathering up the papers when the stone door slid open and Draco stepped in.
He froze when he spotted me, standing in one corner with the paperwork in my arms.
“It’s already three in the morning, Lestrange,” He spat. “Shouldn’t you be… asleep? What are you still doing here?”
I showed him the homework, deciding that maybe the truth was the best for this case.
“Pansy asked me to help her with her work,” I said truthfully.
He raised his eyebrows.
“And you agreed?” He asked skeptically. “What sort of Slytherin are you, to do other’s dirty work for them?”
I hung my head and kept silent. Obviously it was a rhetorical question.
He strode over to me, and snatched the papers away.
I gave a little squeal of surprise, but I resisted the urge to take it back.
“What are you do—” I started, watching in horror as he stalked over to the still-blazing fireplace. “No!”
But it was already done. I stared in disbelief as my hours of hard work slowly burned to ashes.
And when I looked up from the fireplace, Draco was gone.
That was the time I decided I had enough.
I went over to the stone door, and it slid open at my touch. I walked along empty corridors, up long passages, and into the Great Hall.
I went over to the big castle door hoping it would be easy to open, but it had a big chain and an even bigger lock on its handles.
“Alohomora,” I muttered. The lock did not budge. “Relashio. Diffindo!”
Finally, I got an idea.
“Defodio!”
The lock landed on the ground next to me, a huge chunk of it gouged out.
I turned to the chains.
“Deprimo.”
The chains fell away.
“Expulso!”
The door was blasted open. A sudden cold breeze came rushing in, ruffling my long, wavy dark hair that people always credited to my mother: Bellatrix Lestrange.
I stepped out into the grounds, the cool night air tingling my skin. I took a deep breath, staring out into the across the grounds…
I froze. A figure stood near the Whomping Willow, her white blonde hair glistening in the moonlight.
I took a step back, but Luna had already spotted me. She raised one hand in a greeting, and then gestured for me to join her.
To join or not to join, that was the question. I decided on join. After all, what was the harm? Luna didn’t seem the type to report on me, and I had to go to the Whomping Willow anyway. I had hidden supplies there, preparation for the inevitable.
I cautiously walked to where Luna was standing.
“Hi,” She said vacantly, then went back to patting the air in front of her.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You can’t see them? Well, that is a rather normal reaction.” She replied hazily.
Okay. This was getting weirder and weirder.
“What can’t I see?” I questioned politely.
“The thestrals, of course,” answered Luna vaguely.
I decided not to question her anymore, fearing that that might just result in more confusion.
“So…” I started hesitantly. “You’re taking a walk in the middle of the night.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to come visit the thestrals.” Came the reply.
With anyone else, I would have dismissed the excuse and instantly launched into a series of interrogation, but with Luna… She seemed so sincere.
I bit my lip. Was she lying? It didn’t seem so, but I had to be careful.
“So what are you doing out in the grounds so late at night?” Luna asked me calmly.
“Um…” I searched around furiously for an excuse, but then decided on the truth. “I’m going to run away.”
Luna turned to me, smiling a little, “That’s nice.”
I blinked. That’s nice? That’s what she had said? No ‘Oh you shouldn’t’s or ‘I won’t let you’s, but ‘That’s nice’?
“Well…” I mumbled, at a loss for words.
“Where would you go?” Luna enquired, now mildly interested.
“Uh… I don’t know,” I admitted. “Just somewhere far, away from this place.”
And far away from Slytherin and its members. I added silently in my mind. Far away from Pansy and teachers and everyone… And far away from Draco, too. That was an especially wonderful bonus.
“How did you get out?” I asked, anxious to change the subject.
“Oh, that’s easy,” Luna said distantly. “There’s a secret doorway next to the main doors. I found it years ago, back when I was a first-year. Even the Weasley twins don’t know about it. I could show you if you stayed.”
“Um, alright.” That was the only thing I could think to respond. Weird thing was, Luna wasn’t saying it in a way that made me think that she was trying to stop me. She just honestly wanted to show me.
“Why do you want to leave?” Luna’s dreamy voice jolted me from my reverie.
I didn’t trust her. I shouldn’t trust her. But somewhere deep, deep down, I knew that if I didn’t quickly tell someone, I would shatter under the effort of keeping it in.
So I told Luna, my soft voice resonating around the still grounds. As I spoke, my voice grew from a whisper to a harsh shout. I told her everything, all my troubles with Pansy, troubles with Draco, troubles with myself; how everyone treated me like I was a bomb, waiting to detonate at any moment. Like I was my mother.
At one point of my story, Luna stopped stroking the thestrals and sat down on a large slab of stone. She was a good listener, and she heard me out. She never interrupted, not once, and by the time I was done, I had a sore throat and a strangely peaceful feeling had settled over me.
“Better?” Luna asked.
I nodded.
“Come on, let’s go back to the castle,” She whispered.
So I followed her towards the gaping hole in the doors, the sky streaked with pink and yellow and all the colours of sunrise.
And from that moment on, Luna and I were friends… At least, we were friends for a little while. But I am getting way ahead of myself.

After that encounter with Luna, Draco started treating me much better: As in, much, much better.
Somehow I got the feeling that Luna had talked him into it.
But I was fine with that. Pansy seemed a little laid off too, and I wondered how Luna had manage to get away with that. But I kept my mouth shut and didn’t complain about the improvement.
We did everything together, Luna and I. I had a sneaking suspicion that Luna purposely arranged that so I wouldn’t get harassed, like, anywhere. After all, nobody was crazy enough to pressure me when ‘Little Miss Oddity’ or ‘Loony Luna’ was around. Luna had this confident air about her that basically repelled bullies. Literary.

I never got a single threat after that. Only Pansy dared do it, and only in the safety of the Slytherin’s common room.
I knew it couldn’t last. Nothing last forever, after all.
I had just entered my dormitory when I heard the mutterings. I looked up to see Pansy and her fellow tyrants huddled together, whispering furiously. Of course, with my extreme bad luck, I had to share my room with Pansy and her clones. When they finally noticed me, they stopped their conversation and stared pointedly at me.
I walked over to my bed and sat down, drawing the curtains close around. The whispering started up again.
I listened hard, trying to catch what they were saying.
“Draco—” I heard Pansy mutter to one of them. “He—missing—maybe with that weird girl—what’s—name— Loony Luna.”
I stifled a giggle. So they found out about Luna and Draco. Well. It was about time that they realized. Of course, it would take more than a scant rumor to convince Pansy that Draco didn’t like her. She would most likely go investigating.
Sure enough, I heard:
“I—find—the truth—Draco would never—with that—crazy girl—”
I rolled my eyes at Pansy and her fantasies. She’ll find out soon. But for now…
I lay down on the bed, closing my eyes—
“Aquila!”
I sat up quickly as the curtains around me were ripped opened.
“What?!” I shrieked. “Who…?”
Pansy stood there, her arms crossed, staring daggers at me.
“I want you to do something.” She ordered. “Spy on Draco for me. Understand? Track him. I want to know what’s he doing all night.”
“Why can’t you do it yourself?” I snapped irritably. I instantly regretted my words as soon as they came out of my mouth, but it was too late. Pansy’s beady eyes narrowed, and she grabbed my arm, dragging me out of bed.
“Go.” She snarled at me. “NOW!”
Pansy shoved me towards the open door, nearly sending me toppling down three flights of stairs. I stopped myself from falling just in time, and whirled to face her.
“You’ll pay,” I said quietly, then turned and ran down to the common room.
I quickly made my way to the Great Hall, and then proceeded to the main doors. As usual, they were locked. But now I knew a secret trick that Luna had taught me.
I went over to the right side of the giant doors, and placed my hand on the cool wall, pulling out my wand.
“Ostendo,” I whispered, and a hidden door appeared. Luna had made that spell. She was really very smart— a fact close to no one knew, which was a real waste. She was awfully smart…
I tapped the door with my wand, and it slid opened smoothly.
I stepped out into the cool midnight air, determined to stay in the grounds until morning, and ignore Pansy’s threats. But as soon as I took one step out, my blood ran cold, my breath caught in my throat, and I stumbled back into the shadows of the castle.
Far across the grounds, two figures sat on a rock overlooking the lake. Their fingers were entwined, and they were sitting way too close for comfort, their white blonde hair gleaming silver in the moonlight.
Draco.
And Luna.
Together.
I swallowed hard, trying to decide what to do. Should I ignore them, go back to Pansy, and make up a random story of some sort? Should I go up to them and ask them to wipe my memory of that scene so no one would ever know?
‘No, that is a dumb idea.’ I told myself firmly. No point of giving Draco another reason to hate me.
So… What should I do now?
I finally decided on wandering the castle until morning. Better to waste it than to harm somebody—or should I say two somebody— when I can avoid it. Especially if one of them is my enemy and the other is my only friend. And while I walked, I could also think up a really good story to tell Pansy.
As I walked through the silent castle, every shadow stood out: After all, in the depths of darkness, a closet could be a figure, and a mirror, a face.
But the real shock came when I discovered that it also could be in reverse: When I walked passed a seemingly tranquil wardrobe and it sneezed.
On pure instinct, I pulled out my wand and pointed it straight at the figure.
“Stupefy—” I started, ready to follow up with a torrent of other hexes and curses, when the figure shouted, “Expelliarmus!” and with a burst of red light, my wand flew out of my hand, clattering to the floor.
The sky outside rumbled with thunder. Lightning flashed.
“Give. It. BACK!” I screamed at the boy, outraged at my sudden defeat. I was usually top of my class, a fact that caused even more trouble, and I didn’t like being outsmarted this quickly.
“Shh!” He muttered. “Do you want Professor McGonagall after us?”
I clamped my mouth shut. I hadn’t realized how loud I was, but now I knew that it was a miracle that Filch hadn’t caught us yet.
“Sorry,” He whispered. “I was just protecting myself. Here:”
He reached down and picked up my wand, handing it to me.
“Who are you?” I asked curiously.
“Neville. Neville Longbottom.”
My eyes widened. It was just my luck to bump into someone who’s parents—
“And who are you?”
I bit my lip.
“Aquila.” I said truthfully.
“Aquila…?” He questioned pointedly.
“I’m sorry!” I blurted out, my voice rising higher and shriller with each word. “I’m really, really sorry. I couldn’t have stopped it, that wasn’t my fault, I know that you’ll hate me for it, and you really have every right to, of course, but—”
“Hold on a minute,” Neville interrupted, bemused. “What?”
“Lestrange!” I yelled at him, and burst into tears.
Neville jumped so hard it would have been comical if I had not been crying my eyes out. He just stood there, frozen, staring at me.
“I—I’m so so—sorry,” I muttered, then turned, and raced down the corridor.
“Wait!” He called after me, but I was long gone, running past portraits, down flights of stairs, and away, away from everyone. The storm outside grew, and rain started to fall, sheets and sheets of gray rain, the clouds booming with thunder.
I was running blindly, running, running—
I found myself in front of a blank stonewall. I leaned against it, breathing hard. Finally, I straightened, and faced the wall.
“Cunning and sly.”
The door opened, and I went in.
The common room was deserted now. I went over to the hearth, studying the flames dancing wildly in the fireplace.
I sat down on one of the armchairs by the fire, still mesmerized by the raging flames. When my eyelids finally fluttered close, the image of them was still burned into my mind.
Flames.
Fire.
Chaos.
A hysterical laugh came into my dream consciousness, roaring with dark humor. The flames turned black as the laughter continued, smoke rising everywhere, suffocating me. Just as I couldn’t stand it anymore, the flames slowly cleared away from my vision, revealing a dais and woman.
She was tall, with long and wavy dark hair cascading down her back. Her features were sharp, with a face that once might have been stunningly beautiful, but was marred with pride and arrogance and a lack of care. Her skin was tinged gray, and her eyes—
Her eyes were coal black. But there was more to it than that. It was pure black, but it seemed to have a depth to it that no description could fully capture.
The way the woman’s eyes bored straight into me was creepy. She herself was creepy. She shook me up even worse than anything else had, this woman with her uncanny resemblance to me—
“Mom?” I whispered, not daring to believe it.
She did not smiled.
“Aquila, my daughter,” Bellatrix Lestrange said coldly. “A disappointment to the noble heir of Black. A softhearted girl.”
My eyes were stinging. My own mother was calling me a disappointment?
“I’ll try harder,” I said in earnest. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll be a true Slytherin. I’ll be a true Black—”
My voice trailed off.
“Black? Not-Not Lestrange?”
She ignored my question. She took a step towards the dais, and lifted something from its surface. Something sharp.
Bellatrix turned to me, and held the object out to me, a question in her steely dark eyes: Will you take it?
I stepped forward and accepted it with both hands.
A dagger, still tucked inside its sheath.
“Sometimes you don’t need a wand; you need a weapon,” Bellatrix told me quietly. “A last resort.”
Then she smiled, maniacal humor dancing in her sable eyes, and I realized that the woman staring back at me was crazy. She had murdered crowds and tortured millions.
And I didn’t care. It was utterly insane, but I simply didn’t care anymore.
I was done with stepping down. I was going to start stepping up.
“Good,” Bellatrix purred, smiling wider. “Good.”
I smiled back.
Then someone was shaking my shoulder.
“Remember!” Bellatrix said urgently. “Remember that we are all proud descendents of—”
“Get UP, Lestrange!” Someone screeched, roughly shaking me.
I jolted awake, breathing hard. It had been a dream. All just a dream.
I suddenly noticed an object in my hands. A dagger, still tucked inside its silver sheath.
I froze.
“So. Did you find Draco, or what?” Pansy yelled at me.
I stared at her, not really listening.
“W-what?” I mumbled.
Pansy rolled her eyes.
“I. Don’t. Have. The. TIME FOR THIS!” She shouted. “TELL ME: DID YOU FIND DRACO?”
Then she did something even worse. She hit me, hard, across the face.
I sprang up from the chair, Bellatrix’s words pounding through my head.
A disappointment…
…Softhearted..
…Sometimes… You need a weapon…
On pure instinct, I swiftly unsheathed the dagger and threw it at Pansy. My aim was perfect.
The black dagger soared through the air, straight at Pansy. Her eyes widened, he mouth open to scream, but she never got the chance. The dagger lodged in her throat, and she fell to her knees, staring in horror at me.
“Too late to apologize now, Pansy,” I told her mildly. “Maybe in the afterlife, perhaps?”
I stepped forward, and dislodged the bloodied dagger from her throat. Pansy crumpled to the floor, lifeless and unmoving.
I ripped a piece of fabric from the hem of her robes, and wiped the dagger clean with it.
It was a thin blade, with jagged edges and a cruel point. Some sort of ancient words were inscribed at the borders.
I squinted hard, and the words rearranged themselves.
“A blade forged for the legacy of…” I read, trying to catch the last few words, but they were too faded to catch.
I threw the bloodstained rag into the fire, and turned to Pansy.
“Evanesco,” I muttered, and she disappeared.
Suddenly, the horror of what I’d done forced itself upon me, and I stumbled back into the armchair, sinking down into it.
I’d just killed a fellow student, a crime that would definitely not be overlooked.
I took a deep breath, calming myself, and stood.
I walked over to one of the ornate mirrors in the common room. A girl with dark hair and frightened eyes stared back out at me. I forced myself to calm down, to lock away the horror, and the girl in the mirror did the same. I readjusted my features until I was happy with what I saw:
What I saw was a young woman with long and wavy dark hair, and intent blue eyes. But there was more to it than that. It was pure blue, but it seemed to have a depth to it that no description could fully capture.
I smiled, and the same maniacal glee filled me.
I was a woman worthy of Slytherin: A girl worthy of her mother.


Wow… this is AMAZING!!! I have so many questions… where do you get your ideas from? How do you not give up on writing? HOW DO YOU WRITE SO WELL???? There are literally no mistakes in there that I could find (and trust me, I'm really good at finding even the smallest of mistakes)… just wow

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Oh wow. That's a long quote! Please make sure that you don't quote that entire thing. It's unnecessary characters. Just delete that and put -snip- in its place. Thanks!

Warning: Complicated, and mind blowing.
Zeno's Paradox: I can prove you can't get anywhere. Before you get from where you are to where you wish to go, you first have to go halfway to the endpoint. From there, you go half of the remaining way. And halfway, on and on, but you can never reach your goal, because there will always be the smallest fraction of space you haven't gone through.
I can also prove you can't move. Similar to the above, I will use the same principals to prove you can't move. We already know that to get to your destination, you must first go halfway. In addition, before you get to the halfway point, you must first go halfway to the halfway point. And then before you get there, you must first go halfway. And on and on, you get smaller and smaller fractions of space you must first travel to. You can never move away from where you are.
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Oh wow. That's a long quote! Please make sure that you don't quote that entire thing. It's unnecessary characters. Just delete that and put -snip- in its place. Thanks!
I don't understand

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TigerAlpaca wrote:

Forum_Helper1 wrote:

Oh wow. That's a long quote! Please make sure that you don't quote that entire thing. It's unnecessary characters. Just delete that and put -snip- in its place. Thanks!
I don't understand
Basically, if you quote that whole long story, it just adds unnecessary space in the discussion. Instead, if you want to let them know you are talking to them, but don't want to use up random space, use

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Warning: Complicated, and mind blowing.
Zeno's Paradox: I can prove you can't get anywhere. Before you get from where you are to where you wish to go, you first have to go halfway to the endpoint. From there, you go half of the remaining way. And halfway, on and on, but you can never reach your goal, because there will always be the smallest fraction of space you haven't gone through.
I can also prove you can't move. Similar to the above, I will use the same principals to prove you can't move. We already know that to get to your destination, you must first go halfway. In addition, before you get to the halfway point, you must first go halfway to the halfway point. And then before you get there, you must first go halfway. And on and on, you get smaller and smaller fractions of space you must first travel to. You can never move away from where you are.
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Caitlyn's feet pounded against the ground as she raced down to the store. She stopped outside the main doors to catch her breath, before going around the back and entering through the staff door. She had her turquoise and orange striped uniform on and her brown hair pulled back in a bun with a framing strand either side of her side. Her pink highlights stood out, but that's how she wanted it. Her brother (Jayden Smith) was already there. “I thought you worked night shifts?” she told him and he shook his head to indicate that only sometimes he did. His shaggy brown hair was hanging on his shoulders and shifted slightly whenever he moved. “Where's Em?” she asked him and he shrugged before replying,
“I dunno. I haven't seen her today. Or received any texts. Ask Ellie, she probably knows. If you want her she's at the front of the store helping customers.” She nodded and thanked him before pushing open the double doors that separated the staff area from the main store. Her trainers squeaked on the freshly polished floor as she looked for Ellie. She spotted her helping a girl with messy shoulder-length hair with pale-blue highlights and hazel-brown eyes.
“Hey, El!” Caitlyn called to her. Ellie shot her a glance which said: I'll be with you in a minute.

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TigerAlpaca wrote:

Caitlyn's feet pounded against the ground as she raced down to the store. She stopped outside the main doors to catch her breath, before going around the back and entering through the staff door. She had her turquoise and orange striped uniform on and her brown hair pulled back in a bun with a framing strand either side of her side. Her pink highlights stood out, but that's how she wanted it. Her brother (Jayden Smith) was already there. “I thought you worked night shifts?” she told him and he shook his head to indicate that only sometimes he did. His shaggy brown hair was hanging on his shoulders and shifted slightly whenever he moved. “Where's Em?” she asked him and he shrugged before replying,
“I dunno. I haven't seen her today. Or received any texts. Ask Ellie, she probably knows. If you want her she's at the front of the store helping customers.” She nodded and thanked him before pushing open the double doors that separated the staff area from the main store. Her trainers squeaked on the freshly polished floor as she looked for Ellie. She spotted her helping a girl with messy shoulder-length hair with pale-blue highlights and hazel-brown eyes.
“Hey, El!” Caitlyn called to her. Ellie shot her a glance which said: I'll be with you in a minute.
Caitlyn sighed and straightened the item's on the shelf near her. The girl walked off and Ellie went over to Caitlyn and asked in a whisper,
“What do you want?”
“Where's Em, Emma?”
“I dunno. I haven't heard from her since Friday. And today is Tuesday.” Caitlyn shuddered upon hearing that. Where could Emma be? Just then a crash came from the staff area and Caitlyn bolted towards it along with Ellie. Jay Clary was holding up a fallen shelf with two hands as Emma came in. She had a shocked look on her face as she helped Jay hold up the shelf and she asked,
“What happened?”
“I have no idea,” Ellie said, stating the obvious. She went over and held the shelf up with one hand as Jay and Emma moved to help Jayden up. He was on the floor, he must have been trapped under the shelf, was what Caitlyn thought. Caitlyn stood still in shock. She couldn't believe Ellie had just revealed her powers to the entire set of staff. None of them were shocked though. They must have not been paying proper attention because a 15 year-old girl can NOT lift an entire steel shelf by herself.

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TigerAlpaca wrote:

TigerAlpaca wrote:

Caitlyn's feet pounded against the ground as she raced down to the store. She stopped outside the main doors to catch her breath, before going around the back and entering through the staff door. She had her turquoise and orange striped uniform on and her brown hair pulled back in a bun with a framing strand either side of her side. Her pink highlights stood out, but that's how she wanted it. Her brother (Jayden Smith) was already there. “I thought you worked night shifts?” she told him and he shook his head to indicate that only sometimes he did. His shaggy brown hair was hanging on his shoulders and shifted slightly whenever he moved. “Where's Em?” she asked him and he shrugged before replying,
“I dunno. I haven't seen her today. Or received any texts. Ask Ellie, she probably knows. If you want her she's at the front of the store helping customers.” She nodded and thanked him before pushing open the double doors that separated the staff area from the main store. Her trainers squeaked on the freshly polished floor as she looked for Ellie. She spotted her helping a girl with messy shoulder-length hair with pale-blue highlights and hazel-brown eyes.
“Hey, El!” Caitlyn called to her. Ellie shot her a glance which said: I'll be with you in a minute.
Caitlyn sighed and straightened the item's on the shelf near her. The girl walked off and Ellie went over to Caitlyn and asked in a whisper,
“What do you want?”
“Where's Em, Emma?”
“I dunno. I haven't heard from her since Friday. And today is Tuesday.” Caitlyn shuddered upon hearing that. Where could Emma be? Just then a crash came from the staff area and Caitlyn bolted towards it along with Ellie. Jay Clary was holding up a fallen shelf with two hands as Emma came in. She had a shocked look on her face as she helped Jay hold up the shelf and she asked,
“What happened?”
“I have no idea,” Ellie said, stating the obvious. She went over and held the shelf up with one hand as Jay and Emma moved to help Jayden up. He was on the floor, he must have been trapped under the shelf, was what Caitlyn thought. Caitlyn stood still in shock. She couldn't believe Ellie had just revealed her powers to the entire set of staff. None of them were shocked though. They must have not been paying proper attention because a 15 year-old girl can NOT lift an entire steel shelf by herself.
Well, unless she had powers. Caitlyn helped Ellie although it was clear she didn't need help, after a minute Caitlyn nearly collapsed with the weight. Ellie kicked her out the way and dropped the shelf as Jayden was moved. Caitlyn's phone pinged and she look at it. It read:
'Meet me tonight at town centre. U know who. ~ Livia'
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, it clearly wasn't anonymous. She turned to Ellie just as Ellie's phone pinged, it was the same message. Ellie made eye contact with Caitlyn, her ocean-blue eyes alight with curiosity. Caitlyn wondered how her hazel-brown eyes looked. She turned toward the door, Ellie following, they bolted down the street to Ellie's house. It was a big house seeing as she had a big family. Before they were killed. Ellie thunder up the stairs into her room and Caitlyn went into the guest room. They then each collapsed on their beds, shattered…..


Ellie awoke and her clock said midnight. She sat up and tore off her clothes so she was just in her tank top and shorts. She stripped them off so she was naked and pulled on a long, sleek black dress covered in stars, white tights and black slip-ons. She grabbed a pair of elbow-length white silk gloves and a black studded leather jacket as she left her room.

Caitlyn awoke to a thumping on her door and Ellie calling: “Hurry up!!! We needa go!!” She groaned as she sat up, and her phone fell out of her pocket and crashed onto the hard wooden floor. She stood up and stripped down to her underwear as well. She grabbed a long, flowing ivory dress covered in golden leaves. Two emerald-green clasps held the body up. It was a sleeveless dress so she grabbed a black fur coat and pulled on black tights with white knee-high boots- which had a knife concealed in the heels- and burst up the door. Her hair was braided with the emerald-green clasps holding that in place as well. Ellie had her long, silky pale-blonde hair plaited and the plait fell down to her waist. Ellie grabbed Caitlyn's hand and ran downstairs. She opened the door and hurtled down the street. Caitlyn lost sight of her, but still followed the way Ellie went. When she stopped, she was at the edge of the town centre. There was Olivia in midnight-purple, looking gorgeous. Her long black hair flowed down her back in glorious waves and a diamond clip was holding back her fringe. She was wearing her midnight-purple and black striped dress covered in bright, pale stars with diamond's encrusted in the middle. Her white tights and black boots set off the entire look. She looked like a heavenly figure sent from above.

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TigerAlpaca wrote:

TigerAlpaca wrote:

TigerAlpaca wrote:

Caitlyn's feet pounded against the ground as she raced down to the store. She stopped outside the main doors to catch her breath, before going around the back and entering through the staff door. She had her turquoise and orange striped uniform on and her brown hair pulled back in a bun with a framing strand either side of her side. Her pink highlights stood out, but that's how she wanted it. Her brother (Jayden Smith) was already there. “I thought you worked night shifts?” she told him and he shook his head to indicate that only sometimes he did. His shaggy brown hair was hanging on his shoulders and shifted slightly whenever he moved. “Where's Em?” she asked him and he shrugged before replying,
“I dunno. I haven't seen her today. Or received any texts. Ask Ellie, she probably knows. If you want her she's at the front of the store helping customers.” She nodded and thanked him before pushing open the double doors that separated the staff area from the main store. Her trainers squeaked on the freshly polished floor as she looked for Ellie. She spotted her helping a girl with messy shoulder-length hair with pale-blue highlights and hazel-brown eyes.
“Hey, El!” Caitlyn called to her. Ellie shot her a glance which said: I'll be with you in a minute.
Caitlyn sighed and straightened the item's on the shelf near her. The girl walked off and Ellie went over to Caitlyn and asked in a whisper,
“What do you want?”
“Where's Em, Emma?”
“I dunno. I haven't heard from her since Friday. And today is Tuesday.” Caitlyn shuddered upon hearing that. Where could Emma be? Just then a crash came from the staff area and Caitlyn bolted towards it along with Ellie. Jay Clary was holding up a fallen shelf with two hands as Emma came in. She had a shocked look on her face as she helped Jay hold up the shelf and she asked,
“What happened?”
“I have no idea,” Ellie said, stating the obvious. She went over and held the shelf up with one hand as Jay and Emma moved to help Jayden up. He was on the floor, he must have been trapped under the shelf, was what Caitlyn thought. Caitlyn stood still in shock. She couldn't believe Ellie had just revealed her powers to the entire set of staff. None of them were shocked though. They must have not been paying proper attention because a 15 year-old girl can NOT lift an entire steel shelf by herself.
Well, unless she had powers. Caitlyn helped Ellie although it was clear she didn't need help, after a minute Caitlyn nearly collapsed with the weight. Ellie kicked her out the way and dropped the shelf as Jayden was moved. Caitlyn's phone pinged and she look at it. It read:
'Meet me tonight at town centre. U know who. ~ Livia'
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, it clearly wasn't anonymous. She turned to Ellie just as Ellie's phone pinged, it was the same message. Ellie made eye contact with Caitlyn, her ocean-blue eyes alight with curiosity. Caitlyn wondered how her hazel-brown eyes looked. She turned toward the door, Ellie following, they bolted down the street to Ellie's house. It was a big house seeing as she had a big family. Before they were killed. Ellie thunder up the stairs into her room and Caitlyn went into the guest room. They then each collapsed on their beds, shattered…..


Ellie awoke and her clock said midnight. She sat up and tore off her clothes so she was just in her tank top and shorts. She stripped them off so she was naked and pulled on a long, sleek black dress covered in stars, white tights and black slip-ons. She grabbed a pair of elbow-length white silk gloves and a black studded leather jacket as she left her room.

Caitlyn awoke to a thumping on her door and Ellie calling: “Hurry up!!! We needa go!!” She groaned as she sat up, and her phone fell out of her pocket and crashed onto the hard wooden floor. She stood up and stripped down to her underwear as well. She grabbed a long, flowing ivory dress covered in golden leaves. Two emerald-green clasps held the body up. It was a sleeveless dress so she grabbed a black fur coat and pulled on black tights with white knee-high boots- which had a knife concealed in the heels- and burst up the door. Her hair was braided with the emerald-green clasps holding that in place as well. Ellie had her long, silky pale-blonde hair plaited and the plait fell down to her waist. Ellie grabbed Caitlyn's hand and ran downstairs. She opened the door and hurtled down the street. Caitlyn lost sight of her, but still followed the way Ellie went. When she stopped, she was at the edge of the town centre. There was Olivia in midnight-purple, looking gorgeous. Her long black hair flowed down her back in glorious waves and a diamond clip was holding back her fringe. She was wearing her midnight-purple and black striped dress covered in bright, pale stars with diamond's encrusted in the middle. Her white tights and black boots set off the entire look. She looked like a heavenly figure sent from above.
(Please excuse my spelling and grammar, it's 5 in the morning so I'm tired)
To be fair, so did Ellie. The moonlight was shining directly on her, making her look like a silhouette. Caitlyn bent over panting and told Olivia in between pants,
“You- do- know- that- the point- of any- anonymous- is to- NOT sign your- name at- the end?” In reply, Olivia rolled her eye's.
“Come on,” she beckoned them down an alleyway and tapped sharply twice on the brick wall. The brick wall appeared to fall away and expose a wooden door decorated in ornate golden swirls. Ellie pushed it and gasped,
“The guild of the Shadow's! This is the meeting point for all invited Guild Online players!” She ran across the room to a handsome boy with aqua-blue hair and soft, brown eyes. They embraced and Olivia whispered under her breath,
“That's Thomas Blue. He's been a player for nearly as long as Ellie.” Thomas hugged Ellie back before waving to Olivia and coming over to her. He was wearing a pale-blue hoodie, white t-shirt, black trousers and white trainers. Around his neck was a small piece of Ruby which caught the light and shone with an unimaginable air of beauty. Ellie was acquainted to his siblings Matilda Blue, Isabel Blue and Millie Blue.

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WildlighttheBetrayer wrote:

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WildlighttheBetrayer wrote:

Okay, so this is going to be the first time ever that I've written this, so it's a super rough draft and will probably turn out horrible

A New Life: The Sacrifice

Chapter One

“Wait, Petalstar,” the deputy of ThunderClan mews to his leader, stopping her from leaping down from the highledge. She had just preformed a Warrior Ceremony, turning little Mintpaw and tiny Leafpaw into Mintblaze and Leaftail.

The whole of ThunderClan watches as Petalstar pauses and turns to her deputy. “Yes, Grayheart?” she asks him.

"How could you?!“ Grayheart shouts accusingly, his voice echoing throughout the ThunderClan camp.

”What do you mean?“ Petalstar asks, confused.

”Don't act like you don't know, Petalstar,“ Grayheart says, his eyes narrowing.

”What are you saying, Grayheart?“ Petalstar asks sharply.

”I know who the real father to your kits are,“ Grayheart says, his eyes moving down to the very faint bulge of his leader's stomach. ”It isn't Stormstrike like what you've told everyone.“

Petalstar stares at him, before saying, ”I don't know what you're talking about, Grayheart.“

”Yes, you do. Stormstrike died in the bloody battle against ShadowClan, which was only a couple of sunrises ago. Right before you announced who your mate was. Right before the clan was told you were expecting kits. How very convenient.“

”What do you mean? S-Stormstrike fought very bravely in the battle, and he wouldn't have died if it weren't for Ivystar. He killed my mate before I told him about our kits! And he was only one of many of our cats to die in that battle!“ Petalstar's voice wavers when she says Stormstrike's name.

”Indeed. But I noticed something. Two near-identical cats, fighting. Both have black fur and green eyes, the only difference being their clan. One from ThunderClan, one from ShadowClan,“ Grayheart murmurs, apparently thinking. The rest of ThunderClan sits in rapt silence, watching their leader and deputy.

”Your point is?“ Petalstar asks.

”It was very smart of you to cover up who your real mate was with a look-alike. Even smarter to announce your kits with him after his death, so he couldn't deny it. And you being the leader, no one questioned it. Too bad you made the smallest of mistakes. A mistake I've discovered,“ Grayheart says this, all the while looking very pleased with himself.

He pauses, as if waiting for Petalstar to respond. When she doesn't say anything, he continues.

”Your mistake being that you forgot to fully hide the scent of a ShadowClan cat. But that was a half-moon ago, and I just brushed it off. It was probably just nothing, I thought. You could've picked up the scent without realizing it while patrolling the ShadowClan border. That happens all the time, after all.

"But then it happened again, and again. I kept smelling the faintest smell of ShadowClan! That made me curious. What could the ThunderClan leader be doing with some cat from ShadowClan? So the next time you left the camp alone, I followed you. At first, all seemed normal. You were stalking a mouse, close to the border of ShadowClan, I had noted, when a cat stepped out from behind a tree. You two greeted each other like old friends. Then, together, you dissapeared into ShadowClan territory. I would've followed you for even longer, if I hadn't been so very shocked with who it was that you were with.“

Grayheart pauses, taking in the surprise and fear on his leader's face. He then turns on highlede, from facing Petalstar to facing the rest of the clan.

”Petalstar here, your very own leader, was with Ivystar, the leader of ThunderClan's rivals!" Grayheart roars, and instantly the gathered ThunderClan cats murmur with one another.

“S-Silence!” Petalstar shrieks, her voice catching.

“What, Petalstar? Are you going to deny it?” Grayheart taunts, smirking. His leader turns to look at him. “ThunderClan is waiting for you to explain.”

Like what he said, every single ThunderClan cat is watching their leader, ears perked.

Petalstar waves her tail uncertainty. “I-I was meeting up with Ivystar,” she admits, shaking as she steps forward.

“Ha! So you see, ThunderClan, your leader here has broken the Warrior Code,” Grayheart meows as he pushes Petalstar out of the way, also stepping forward. “She has met up with a cat from another clan, and is going to have his kits. They have been meeting with one another for the past moon! This cannot go unnoticed!”

“H-how do you know how long Ivystar and I have been meeting up?” Petalstar asks, her ears perking up. “I thought you only found out recently!”

The deputy rolls his eyes before mewing, “Okay, so I followed you the very first time you vanished, as well as the times after that. But everything else is true!”

"Then the cat's scent that led to the battle that killed Stormstrike as well as many other cats was your scent?!“ Petalstar shouts, her eyes widening as she realizes it.

”Yes,“ Grayheart says, nodding. ”But it was all for a good cause!“ He adds when the cats of ThunderClan start murmuring again.

”But more than half of our entire clan was killed because of you!" Petalstar counters, and turns to the rest of her clan. "He made most of our Warriors die! He made all of our Apprentices die, including his own! He is responsible for bringing both WindClan and RiverClan into the battle, no doubt making some of their cats die as well!“

The cats stare at Grayheart, and Hazelwing, a mother of four of the seven Apprenrices who were killed, bristles as she stands up. ”I don't care whether our leader's kits are going to be half-clan! You made my kits die!“

However, she is the only cat who reacts like that. Most of the other ThunderClan cats just shrug.

Gaining back his confidence with the lack of supporters for Petalstar, Grayheart loudly mews, ”I think Petalstar should be exiled from the clans!"

Aside from Hazelwing, all of ThunderClan yells in agreement.

Petalstar takes a deep breath, as if she is about to say something, but then a cat in the crowd starts to chant, “GraySTAR, GraySTAR, GraySTAR!” and not long after, everyone is chanting. Grayheart basks under the chant for a while, obviously enjoying it, but he stops it by waving his tail to silence the gathered cats.

The deputy turns to Petalstar. "The clan has voted me as leader, and I hereby exile you, Petalshine, from all the clans,“ he calls her by her Warrior name, a sign of disrespect.

”What?!“ The leader meows, astonished. ”You can't do that!“

”But if the clan agrees, I can,“ Grayheart mews smugly. ”Goodbye forever.“

When Petalstar doesn't move, Grayheart signals to Stonetail and Coalfeather. They leap up onto highledge and drag their (former) leader down through the crowd. Everyone watches.

As they drag her to the entrance of the ThunderClan camp, Hazelwing whispers ”I'm so, so sorry,“ looking scared for her.

Petalstar rips herself free from Stonetail and Coalfeather's grip and murmurs back to Hazelwing, ”Goodbye, Hazelwing."

She turns and walks out of the camp, away from everyone's stares, away from her deputy, away from cats she thought were loyal to her.

She walks and doesn't look back.


This actually seems quite good! The hole battle thing was a little confusing, as well as the entire clan siding with the cat that tried to kill them all. There's only one other thing: though being an apprentice is an rank, it's also a occupation so it wouldn't be capitalized.

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Yw! Please continue, as I'd love to read more!

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Mind if I add a writing I've been working on? It probably sucks since it's unrevised and everything but I'll try.

Chapter One
Running. Running was all Alice could think about. She didn't care how exhausting it was. Just run, get as far as she could. She couldn't look down, couldn't look back. Just run.
Don't let him in, the voices whispered. Those horrid voices. They sounded so tortured, so terrified. The very thought of it made Alice feel like dying.
Alice, they said. The fate of everything depends on you. You are the only one who can stop it. You know. Thousands of voices. Thousands of voices that defined pain. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Where are you?”
Everywhere, Alice. We are behind you. We are in front of you. Behind you, above you. Without you, we wouldn't exist. Without us, the worlds wouldn't exist. Worlds? Nothing would exist without us. We contain the sins. Without us, everything would break. It would self-destruct. We are you. Then, Alice made the mistake of looking down.
Nightmares shouldn't be this real. Was it even a nightmare? Was she going insane? Alice didn't know anymore. She tried to get a better handle on the platform supporting her. Alice lost her grip, and she fell into the void, the demons watching her.

“Alice! What happened?” James asked. Cold sweat trickled down her neck. “I'm fine.” Alice said.
“You sure?” He rest a hand on her shoulder. “You can always tell me if something's wrong.”
“You don't have a chance with me.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Now, go stare at trees or whatever boys do while I get dressed.” James left her tent, leaving Alice to take off her pajamas, pulling on some denim shorts and a white tank top. She put on some converse shoes and hurried out of her tent.
“Glad to see you're finally awake.” Alice jumped. Claudia was floating on her back above her tent. “You were screaming, something about falling.” She noticed. Alice sighed.
“I had that nightmare again.” She admitted. Claudia smiled, asking, “How do you now it's not a dream?”
“You're hopeless.” Alice scoffed. “Tell James I went out.” She waved and took her hunting rifle.
Alice trudged through the forest, enjoying the calm breeze just barely blowing. She watched the rabbits hop in joy. She could've caught them, but they were scrawny. And then, there it was.
That perfectly plump and well-fed deer, grazing on the grass innocently. Alice loaded her hunting rifle. A guy was approaching the deer. It turned toward him. Alice didn't have time to get him away, or she might shoot him, too. But she couldn't pass up an opportunity for such good meat. The deer spooked, turning towards the stranger. Perfect timing.

Click-boom.


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Capuccinocoffee wrote:

Mind if I add a writing I've been working on? It probably sucks since it's unrevised and everything but I'll try.

Chapter One
Running. Running was all Alice could think about. She didn't care how exhausting it was. Just run, get as far as she could. She couldn't look down, couldn't look back. Just run.
Don't let him in, the voices whispered. Those horrid voices. They sounded so tortured, so terrified. The very thought of it made Alice feel like dying.
Alice, they said. The fate of everything depends on you. You are the only one who can stop it. You know. Thousands of voices. Thousands of voices that defined pain. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Where are you?”
Everywhere, Alice. We are behind you. We are in front of you. Behind you, above you. Without you, we wouldn't exist. Without us, the worlds wouldn't exist. Worlds? Nothing would exist without us. We contain the sins. Without us, everything would break. It would self-destruct. We are you. Then, Alice made the mistake of looking down.
Nightmares shouldn't be this real. Was it even a nightmare? Was she going insane? Alice didn't know anymore. She tried to get a better handle on the platform supporting her. Alice lost her grip, and she fell into the void, the demons watching her.

“Alice! What happened?” James asked. Cold sweat trickled down her neck. “I'm fine.” Alice said.
“You sure?” He rest a hand on her shoulder. “You can always tell me if something's wrong.”
“You don't have a chance with me.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Now, go stare at trees or whatever boys do while I get dressed.” James left her tent, leaving Alice to take off her pajamas, pulling on some denim shorts and a white tank top. She put on some converse shoes and hurried out of her tent.
“Glad to see you're finally awake.” Alice jumped. Claudia was floating on her back above her tent. “You were screaming, something about falling.” She noticed. Alice sighed.
“I had that nightmare again.” She admitted. Claudia smiled, asking, “How do you now it's not a dream?”
“You're hopeless.” Alice scoffed. “Tell James I went out.” She waved and took her hunting rifle.
Alice trudged through the forest, enjoying the calm breeze just barely blowing. She watched the rabbits hop in joy. She could've caught them, but they were scrawny. And then, there it was.
That perfectly plump and well-fed deer, grazing on the grass innocently. Alice loaded her hunting rifle. A guy was approaching the deer. It turned toward him. Alice didn't have time to get him away, or she might shoot him, too. But she couldn't pass up an opportunity for such good meat. The deer spooked, turning towards the stranger. Perfect timing.

Click-boom.

It's great! Continue please!

My name is Tiger, I'm a selfproclaimed singer, author and animator. My birthday is the 25th of August and I am a Virgo ♍. I love roleplaying. I also draw, digitally and the classic way, on paper.
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Writings :)

This is a short story I wrote on StoryBird (it hasn't been published yet). Hope you enjoy! (Probably not though:()

The saying that “love is the medicine for sickness” is false.

Love can’t stop the disease that spreads through your flesh.

Love can’t prevent the virus from reaching the corners of your body.

Love can’t avoid the infection once it is in you.

And love can’t cure death.



My best friend and crush was laying on the hospital bed, a jumble of tubes coming out of various parts of her body.

The machine besides her was beeping steadily, showing that her heartbeat and breathing rate was stable.

I was holding her hand, blinking back tears.

I took a deep breath and whispered to her:

“I love you.”

“I will do anything for you.”

“Just live. Please.”

My murmur echoed through the room.

Nothing happened, but for some reason I had hoped something would.

Her silence made the flow of my tears unstoppable, and I let them streak down my cheeks, falling onto the marble floor.

Sobs raked through my body, making the fluorescent lights blur into starbursts of brightness.

“Don’t cry,” a familiar voice said.

For a moment, I didn’t realize that someone had spoken.

“Don’t cry,” said the voice again.

The hand I was holding shifted, squeezing my hand.

“Please. Stop crying.”

I looked up at the face of my friend.

Her clear blue eyes were wide open, and they were staring into my own, searching for answers.

“Lily,” I said.

“James. Stop crying. You have to stay strong,” my best friend said.

“B-but I can’t,” I replied, fresh tears trailing down my face.

“Stay strong. For me. You said you’d do anything for me. So prove it.”

I looked down at the floor, then back up at her.

I shook my head.

“Stay strong,” she repeated, her head, which had been up slightly, fell back onto the pillow.

Her blue eyes closed.

The machine started to beep rapidly, and I only could stare at her face.

Nurses started to swarm into the room, and one herded me out into the hall.

She brought me to the window that led from the hall to the room so I could see in but not be in the way.

“No,” I mumbled.

I stood, motionless, staring through the window.

Silently crying, my hand on the cool glass.

I could hear the people shouting at one another in the hospital room as they tried to help my friend.

“I love you.”

All at once, the beeping of the machine slowed down, and everyone in the room calmed.

Through the window, through the mess of doctors and nurses, I saw Lily’s blue eyes, Lily’s small smile.

Before it disappeared, I heard:

“I love you too, James.”

I stood there, watching the machine’s beeping stop, watching the doctors race around, frantic once again.

“Don’t leave me!” I whispered desperately.

A couple of minutes later, the nurses and doctors left the room, defeat on their faces. One came over to me.

She murmured her condolences and brought me back into the room.

I walked over to Lily’s bed dumbly, my insides feeling as if they were falling apart.

“No…”

She was gone.

I took her hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed from where I had dropped it.

It was still warm.

“No…” I mumbled again.

I leaned over her and kissed her head gently, my tears dripping onto her cheeks.

“Lily…”

Sighing, I placed her hand on her chest, and as I did so, her mouth moved, and she breathed out:

“Don’t cry. Stay strong. I love you.”


“Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.” ~Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
WildlighttheBetrayer
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Writings :)

I wish I had more ideas on what to write… writer's block is horrible
-Random_Person-
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83 posts

Writings :)

This is a short story I wrote on StoryBird (it hasn't been published yet). Hope you enjoy! (Probably not though :( )

Stay Strong, James

The saying that “love is the medicine for sickness” is false.

Love can’t stop the disease that spreads through your flesh.

Love can’t prevent the virus from reaching the corners of your body.

Love can’t avoid the infection once it is in you.

And love can’t cure death.



My best friend and crush was laying on the hospital bed, a jumble of tubes coming out of various parts of her body.

The machine besides her was beeping steadily, showing that her heartbeat and breathing rate was stable.

I was holding her hand, blinking back tears.

I took a deep breath and whispered to her:

“I love you.”

“I will do anything for you.”

“Just live. Please.”


My murmur echoed through the room.

Nothing happened, but for some reason I had hoped something would.

Her silence made the flow of my tears unstoppable, and I let them streak down my cheeks, falling onto the marble floor.

Sobs raked through my body, making the fluorescent lights blur into starbursts of brightness.

“Don't cry,” a familiar voice said.

For a moment, I didn’t realize that someone had spoken.

"Don’t cry,” said the voice again.

The hand I was holding shifted, squeezing my hand.

"Please. Stop crying.”

I looked up at the face of my friend.

Her clear blue eyes were wide open, and they were staring into my own, searching for answers.

"Lily,” I said.

“James. Stop crying. You have to stay strong,” my best friend said.

"B-but I can’t,” I replied, fresh tears trailing down my face.

“Stay strong. For me. You said you’d do anything for me. So prove it.”

I looked down at the floor, then back up at her.

I shook my head.

“Stay strong,” she repeated, her head, which had been up slightly, fell back onto the pillow.

Her blue eyes closed.

The machine started to beep rapidly, and I only could stare at her face.

Nurses started to swarm into the room, and one herded me out into the hall.

She brought me to the window that led from the hall to the room so I could see in but not be in the way.

"No,” I mumbled.

I stood, motionless, staring through the window.

Silently crying, my hand on the cool glass.

I could hear the people shouting at one another in the hospital room as they tried to help my friend.

“I love you.”

All at once, the beeping of the machine slowed down, and everyone in the room calmed.

Through the window, through the mess of doctors and nurses, I saw Lily’s blue eyes, Lily’s small smile.

Before it disappeared, I heard:

“I love you too, James.”

I stood there, watching the machine’s beeping stop, watching the doctors race around, frantic once again.

“Don’t leave me!” I whispered desperately.

A couple of minutes later, the nurses and doctors left the room, defeat on their faces. One came over to me.

She murmured her condolences and brought me back into the room.

I walked over to Lily’s bed dumbly, my insides feeling as if they were falling apart.

“No…”

She was gone.

I took her hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed from where I had dropped it.

It was still warm.

“No…” I mumbled again.

I leaned over her and kissed her head gently, my tears dripping onto her cheeks.

“Lily…”

Sighing, I placed her hand on her chest, and as I did so, her mouth moved, and she breathed out:

“Don’t cry. Stay strong. I love you.”


Last edited by -Random_Person- (March 26, 2017 20:38:11)


“Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.” ~Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
-Random_Person-
Scratcher
83 posts

Writings :)

This is a short story I wrote on StoryBird (it hasn't been published yet). Hope you enjoy! (Probably not though :( )

Stay Strong, James

The saying that “love is the medicine for sickness” is false.

Love can’t stop the disease that spreads through your flesh.

Love can’t prevent the virus from reaching the corners of your body.

Love can’t avoid the infection once it is in you.

And love can’t cure death.



My best friend and crush was laying on the hospital bed, a jumble of tubes coming out of various parts of her body.

The machine besides her was beeping steadily, showing that her heartbeat and breathing rate was stable.

I was holding her hand, blinking back tears.

I took a deep breath and whispered to her:

“I love you.”

“I will do anything for you.”

“Just live. Please.”


My murmur echoed through the room.

Nothing happened, but for some reason I had hoped something would.

Her silence made the flow of my tears unstoppable, and I let them streak down my cheeks, falling onto the marble floor.

Sobs raked through my body, making the fluorescent lights blur into starbursts of brightness.

“Don't cry,” a familiar voice said.

For a moment, I didn’t realize that someone had spoken.

"Don’t cry,” said the voice again.

The hand I was holding shifted, squeezing my hand.

"Please. Stop crying.”

I looked up at the face of my friend.

Her clear blue eyes were wide open, and they were staring into my own, searching for answers.

"Lily,” I said.

“James. Stop crying. You have to stay strong,” my best friend said.

"B-but I can’t,” I replied, fresh tears trailing down my face.

“Stay strong. For me. You said you’d do anything for me. So prove it.”

I looked down at the floor, then back up at her.

I shook my head.

“Stay strong,” she repeated, her head, which had been up slightly, fell back onto the pillow.

Her blue eyes closed.

The machine started to beep rapidly, and I only could stare at her face.

Nurses started to swarm into the room, and one herded me out into the hall.

She brought me to the window that led from the hall to the room so I could see in but not be in the way.

"No,” I mumbled.

I stood, motionless, staring through the window.

Silently crying, my hand on the cool glass.

I could hear the people shouting at one another in the hospital room as they tried to help my friend.

“I love you.”

All at once, the beeping of the machine slowed down, and everyone in the room calmed.

Through the window, through the mess of doctors and nurses, I saw Lily’s blue eyes, Lily’s small smile.

Before it disappeared, I heard:

“I love you too, James.”

I stood there, watching the machine’s beeping stop, watching the doctors race around, frantic once again.

“Don’t leave me!” I whispered desperately.

A couple of minutes later, the nurses and doctors left the room, defeat on their faces. One came over to me.

She murmured her condolences and brought me back into the room.

I walked over to Lily’s bed dumbly, my insides feeling as if they were falling apart.

“No…”

She was gone.

I took her hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed from where I had dropped it.

It was still warm.

“No…” I mumbled again.

I leaned over her and kissed her head gently, my tears dripping onto her cheeks.

“Lily…”

Sighing, I placed her hand on her chest, and as I did so, her mouth moved, and she breathed out:

“Don’t cry. Stay strong. I love you.”


“Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.” ~Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
-Random_Person-
Scratcher
83 posts

Writings :)

This is a short story I wrote on StoryBird (it hasn't been published yet). Hope you enjoy! (Probably not though :( )

Stay Strong, James

The saying that “love is the medicine for sickness” is false.

Love can’t stop the disease that spreads through your flesh.

Love can’t prevent the virus from reaching the corners of your body.

Love can’t avoid the infection once it is in you.

And love can’t cure death.



My best friend and crush was laying on the hospital bed, a jumble of tubes coming out of various parts of her body.

The machine besides her was beeping steadily, showing that her heartbeat and breathing rate was stable.

I was holding her hand, blinking back tears.

I took a deep breath and whispered to her:

“I love you.”

“I will do anything for you.”

“Just live. Please.”


My murmur echoed through the room.

Nothing happened, but for some reason I had hoped something would.

Her silence made the flow of my tears unstoppable, and I let them streak down my cheeks, falling onto the marble floor.

Sobs raked through my body, making the fluorescent lights blur into starbursts of brightness.

“Don't cry,” a familiar voice said.

For a moment, I didn’t realize that someone had spoken.

"Don’t cry,” said the voice again.

The hand I was holding shifted, squeezing my hand.

"Please. Stop crying.”

I looked up at the face of my friend.

Her clear blue eyes were wide open, and they were staring into my own, searching for answers.

"Lily,” I said.

“James. Stop crying. You have to stay strong,” my best friend said.

"B-but I can’t,” I replied, fresh tears trailing down my face.

“Stay strong. For me. You said you’d do anything for me. So prove it.”

I looked down at the floor, then back up at her.

I shook my head.

“Stay strong,” she repeated, her head, which had been up slightly, fell back onto the pillow.

Her blue eyes closed.

The machine started to beep rapidly, and I only could stare at her face.

Nurses started to swarm into the room, and one herded me out into the hall.

She brought me to the window that led from the hall to the room so I could see in but not be in the way.

"No,” I mumbled.

I stood, motionless, staring through the window.

Silently crying, my hand on the cool glass.

I could hear the people shouting at one another in the hospital room as they tried to help my friend.

“I love you.”

All at once, the beeping of the machine slowed down, and everyone in the room calmed.

Through the window, through the mess of doctors and nurses, I saw Lily’s blue eyes, Lily’s small smile.

Before it disappeared, I heard:

“I love you too, James.”

I stood there, watching the machine’s beeping stop, watching the doctors race around, frantic once again.

“Don’t leave me!” I whispered desperately.

A couple of minutes later, the nurses and doctors left the room, defeat on their faces. One came over to me.

She murmured her condolences and brought me back into the room.

I walked over to Lily’s bed dumbly, my insides feeling as if they were falling apart.

“No…”

She was gone.

I took her hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed from where I had dropped it.

It was still warm.

“No…” I mumbled again.

I leaned over her and kissed her head gently, my tears dripping onto her cheeks.

“Lily…”

Sighing, I placed her hand on her chest, and as I did so, her mouth moved, and she breathed out:

“Don’t cry. Stay strong. I love you.”


“Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.” ~Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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Writings :)

-Random_Person- wrote:

This is a short story I wrote on StoryBird (it hasn't been published yet). Hope you enjoy! (Probably not though :( )

Stay Strong, James

The saying that “love is the medicine for sickness” is false.

Love can’t stop the disease that spreads through your flesh.

Love can’t prevent the virus from reaching the corners of your body.

Love can’t avoid the infection once it is in you.

And love can’t cure death.



My best friend and crush was laying on the hospital bed, a jumble of tubes coming out of various parts of her body.

The machine besides her was beeping steadily, showing that her heartbeat and breathing rate was stable.

I was holding her hand, blinking back tears.

I took a deep breath and whispered to her:

“I love you.”

“I will do anything for you.”

“Just live. Please.”


My murmur echoed through the room.

Nothing happened, but for some reason I had hoped something would.

Her silence made the flow of my tears unstoppable, and I let them streak down my cheeks, falling onto the marble floor.

Sobs raked through my body, making the fluorescent lights blur into starbursts of brightness.

“Don't cry,” a familiar voice said.

For a moment, I didn’t realize that someone had spoken.

"Don’t cry,” said the voice again.

The hand I was holding shifted, squeezing my hand.

"Please. Stop crying.”

I looked up at the face of my friend.

Her clear blue eyes were wide open, and they were staring into my own, searching for answers.

"Lily,” I said.

“James. Stop crying. You have to stay strong,” my best friend said.

"B-but I can’t,” I replied, fresh tears trailing down my face.

“Stay strong. For me. You said you’d do anything for me. So prove it.”

I looked down at the floor, then back up at her.

I shook my head.

“Stay strong,” she repeated, her head, which had been up slightly, fell back onto the pillow.

Her blue eyes closed.

The machine started to beep rapidly, and I only could stare at her face.

Nurses started to swarm into the room, and one herded me out into the hall.

She brought me to the window that led from the hall to the room so I could see in but not be in the way.

"No,” I mumbled.

I stood, motionless, staring through the window.

Silently crying, my hand on the cool glass.

I could hear the people shouting at one another in the hospital room as they tried to help my friend.

“I love you.”

All at once, the beeping of the machine slowed down, and everyone in the room calmed.

Through the window, through the mess of doctors and nurses, I saw Lily’s blue eyes, Lily’s small smile.

Before it disappeared, I heard:

“I love you too, James.”

I stood there, watching the machine’s beeping stop, watching the doctors race around, frantic once again.

“Don’t leave me!” I whispered desperately.

A couple of minutes later, the nurses and doctors left the room, defeat on their faces. One came over to me.

She murmured her condolences and brought me back into the room.

I walked over to Lily’s bed dumbly, my insides feeling as if they were falling apart.

“No…”

She was gone.

I took her hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed from where I had dropped it.

It was still warm.

“No…” I mumbled again.

I leaned over her and kissed her head gently, my tears dripping onto her cheeks.

“Lily…”

Sighing, I placed her hand on her chest, and as I did so, her mouth moved, and she breathed out:

“Don’t cry. Stay strong. I love you.”

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