K if u wanna do this go onto the origanal project k? also not sure if u needed the sample... oh well...
EXAMPLE OF MY WRITING: "A long time ago, when there were still five clans, there was a kit. A Windclan kit, by the name of Ashkit. As she grew up, she became quite the warrior. She was the best fighter in the clan. The leader made her his deputy. Then one day, rouge cats attacked the camp. Ashkit- now Asheyes- fought fiercely. Then one of the rouge cats attacked the nursery. Asheyes was the only one that could help. With a yowl of rage, she tackled the rouge. Her whole body was pulsing in anger. Her eyes were blinded by this anger- this awful pounding anger. Her paws slipped and landed on the rouge’s neck. It snapped right beneath her paws and it felt almost… good. It had freed her in a way most cats had never been freed. Asheyes felt the power of this new revelation pound somewhere deep within her. She whirled through the battlefield with her newfound strength. She was a killing machine. A whirlwind of death. And when she was finished, the camp was strewn with the bodies of dead cats- some of them her own clanmates. And it was all her doing. Asheyes cackled. She crept through the camp, searching for any survivors. Apart from the queens, kits, and elders, there were none. But that power… Asheyes knew she must have that power again! She crept into their dens and slaughtered all the survivors, like some fiendish nightmare that was creeping about camp. She killed them all but the leader, who was in his den, mourning his fallen clanmates. Asheyes entered his den warily. The leader looked up. There was fury in his eyes. “You… YOU KILLED THEM! I TRUSTED YOU!” He yowled. He leapt up off the ground and attacked her. It was a furious battle. The leader lost two lives, but in the end, Asheyes was vanquished. But the leader had nowhere to go. For a while, the leader lived in his own camp, hunting for himself, healing himself, and defending himself. Then one day, the twolegs came. They rampaged through the forest, killing cats and wrecking territories. The survivors had no choice but to hide in the tunnels. Soon, they had established their own clan; and that clan was Underclan. The leaders, except for the Windclan leader, had all died. So naturally, they had elected him leader. The cats knew they couldn’t stay in their dying forest home, so as soon as they got the chance, they left. They traveled on for many days before they reached a forest that all of the Underclan cats were happy with. The leader- Fluffystar- appointed a deputy he knew he could trust: Fishclaw. And that is the story of Underclan!” Turtlefoot finished grandly.
