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Who is really controlling the pen?
Editor Daniel Halpern was profoundly curious about the creative process—so he asked fifty-five world-renowned writers to briefly muse on "the fictional persona behind the scenes," the alter(ed) ego who takes over when there is true literary work to be done. And the writers responded in a myriad of ways. Margaret Atwood, Frank Conroy, William Gass, Czeslaw Milosz, Susan Sontag, James Michener, Joyce Carol Oates, and others offered snap-shot ...
Who is really controlling the pen?
Editor Daniel Halpern was profoundly curious about the creative process—so he asked fifty-five world-renowned writers to briefly muse on "the fictional persona behind the scenes," the alter(ed) ego who takes over when there is true literary work to be done. And the writers responded in a myriad of ways. Margaret Atwood, Frank Conroy, William Gass, Czeslaw Milosz, Susan Sontag, James Michener, Joyce Carol Oates, and others offered snap-shot reflections on the process, some thoughtful and deep, others downright silly. (Edward Gorey, for one, anagrammed his name to introduce all his secret selves, including the inimitable "Ogdred Weary.") Many provided self-portraits, included within.
Joyous and wondrous, revealing and surprising, remarkable and ridiculous, Who's Writing This? is an unmitigated delight—an eloquent celebration of self-knowledge and artistic expression that uniquely bares the writer's soul.
Posted April 8, 2013
BEFORE THE DAWNING LIGHT, ERE NIGHT'S LAST TEARDROP FALLS, FIRE AND ICE WILL BLEND TOGETHER, AND BLOOD WILL STAIN US ALL...
This cryptic message came to Icepaw in a dream. A dream that would change three lives... Little did she know what would happen BEFORE THE DAWNING LIGHT!
I woke up and stretched. I opened my eyes. Great. Now I couldn't even see light differences. It must have been that dream I had last night.
That's when I realized I had the Twoleg cloth scrap on my head. I'd started wearing it at night in the hopes I wouldn't lose any more vision. I took it off. My eyes were the same as they had been last night. Good.
The violent dreams and visions that were a blessing as a medicine cat were a curse to my eyes. If the dream was bad enough, I lost vision.
It had taken a moon of danger for my eyes to get this way. And that was the story I was supposed to tell in the elders' den tonight. Great. I'm not an elder yet. Barely a full med cat.
I stepped outside. Lynx, the insolent wolf who hangs around outside our camp, was there to greet me. "Hey, Iceyes, what did you see today?" The she-wolf laughed.
I felt like putting a big slash in her pale grey fur, but I held my temper. "I saw that tree you climbed yesterday." That put her in her place. She limped off at the mention of how she'd broke her leg. Ha ha, two points for me.
I got some freshkill at the pile. Direstraits, SlyClan's deputy, came over. Great. I didn't want to talk to him.
"Iceyes." Ugh. I hated my name. Why couldn't I have one that stated my personality or something, not my blindness?
"Macetail has a bellyache. I thought you might be able to help him."
"I'll get to it after breakfast." I knew very well Macetail's problem. Every greenleaf he overstuffed himself with freshkill, then got a bellyache. Served him right. Glutton.
"Okay." Thank StarClan he left.
After giving Macetail yarrow like he insists upon every time, I left him retching and made my way to the elders' den.
"Looking forward to your story, Iceyes." Nearsight.
"Are you going to tell the one about the Greenleaf of Sorrow, Iceyes?" Micakit. A five moon old.
"That sounds scary. Can't you tell a different one, Iceyes?" Timidkit. A two moon old.
"She can tell what she wants to tell, Timidkit. Right, Iceyes?" Farpaw.
Great. The whole clan was here, anticipation wavering from them all.
I shook off my grumpiness and began my tale. "Two greenleafs ago..." By the time I was finished, there was no one who hadn't shed a tear, and no one who would tease my blindness again. For once, something good.
What, you want to hear my story? Well I'm not telling it now. Come back later. Maybe, if you ask nicely, I will tell you what happened BEFORE THE DAWNING LIGHT.
This could be stand-alone or part of a series. If you like it, I can write more at dawnlight all res. I hope it wins. ----Starrykit
Posted April 7, 2013
Rise of Cyborg - By Jaystar(A continuation of my other one). A small silver and white she-cat stretched and opened her deep ocean blue eyes. The first thing she saw was her mother, well what she supposed was her mother. A lithe light gray she- wolf with ice blue eyes looked back at her. "Good morning, Luna." She welcomes the kit. Luna blinked at her curiously,'Luna... What a pretty name, and it's mine!' She thought in awe. "My name is Silver." The wolf says and stands, she yawns and stretches, shaking out her fur. "Jade, she's awake." Silver calls softly. A white she-cat with pastel green eyes pads into the den. "Very good." Jade purred. "Your parents have abandoned you, for now the monster cats will watch over you and guide you." Jade then turned and trotted out. *~* Luna stretched and stood, shaking out her fur. She'd just been made a trainee of the monster cats, a group of cats with robotic parts, two moons ago. Jade had a metallic stump for a tail. As days passed Luna's hatred for her family grew. She had gotten many scars and red rimmed her pupil, one side of her face had been torn, two claw scars were across her lips, tears in her ears. She'd just gotten a robotical paw after getting it amputated by twolegs. She shuddered when she remembered they were going to the twoleg place today. She pads out to join up with Jade, Silver, and her best friends Skylar and Flame. (I will finish this tomorrow but I'm falling aleep and I do not want a ton of typos, sorry!)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 7, 2013
Silver Scale's Prophecy
By: Tommy Girl
Scale of the Silver Fish woke with a start. She was not in her Pack's camp. The grassy clearing she was in was dark and gloomy, lit only by a scratch of light in the sky.
Silver Scale looked around her. There was nothing and no one else here, except for a river on her right and a mountain on her left.
Someone was approaching from behind. Silver Scale spun around, ready to face danger, but she stopped, jaw open in shock. Standing there were the two wolves she had ever loved, Lake of Blue Water, her mate, and Shriek of the Eagle's Cry, her mother. This couldn't be, she thought. They're both dead!
"You are dreaming, my daughter," Eagle's Cry said, reading her mind. "We have called for you. In times of need, you will have to guide the Pack to your new home."
"What?" Silver Scale was confused. "Times of need? New home?"
"Quiet, my love." Blue Lake silenced his mate. "It will all make sense soon enough. Look to your right." Silver Scale looked at the river. Her eyes widened in shock. There were flames coming toward the river, on the river, everywhere!
"Do not run," Eagle's Cry said. "You will be safe from harm if you go somewhere high." She looked towards the mountain on Silver Scale's left, and Silver Scale did the same. A ray of sunlight was shining down straight onto the mountain, nowhere else.
When she looked back, her mate and her mother were starting to fade. "Wait! Don't leave! It doesn't make sense!" But it was no use. The two wolves were already gone.
Everything turned black, and Silver Scale felt like she was falling. As quickly as it came, the sensation of falling and the darkness surrounding her vanished. The light gray wolf landed in her den with a thud. As she woke, she thought she heard her mate calling out to her, "We love you!"
Slowly, everything started to fall into place, everything started to make sense. As soon as the smell hit her nose, Silver Scale screeched, "Fire!"
As the other wolves came out of their dens, Silver Scale remembered her mother's advice. 'You will be safe from harm if you go somewhere high.' "Everyone to the mountains!" She shouted.
The wolves quickly cleared out of the camp, and as the made progress towards the mountains, they turned back and watched the flames slowly swallowing up the land, devouring the place they called home.
As the journey to safety continued, Silver Scale remembered her mother's prophecy: 'In times of need, you will lead the Pack to your new home.'
I have to lead the Pack? The gray she-wolf asked herself. Am I really ready to do that?
THE END (TO BE CONTINUED)
Submitted by: Tommy Girl
Hope you like my story!
Posted April 6, 2013
Posted April 6, 2013
Gorseclaw sat up sleepily it was late not knowing what had woken him he padded out of the warriors den. He padded out the main tunnel giveing Darkfoot a curt nod as he left. Soon far from the camp he headed for the river he smelled something strange. As he got closer he began to recignize the strange scent his fur bristled. Anger pulsed through him as thoughts of the past flooded his mind. Soon he was standing to face his enemy. The light gray shewolf stood and faced him. " greetings young warrior. It has been a while..." she said kindly. " it has! Hmm last time we've stood this close you blinded me then threw me in the river!" Gorseclaw said sarcasticly anger boiled under his fur. " i had explained to you it was ment to be. I was told so by the ancient animals of both my pack and your clan." She said calmly. " suuuure your still going off that story!" Gorseclaw said. " and now i have come back with a message" she said ignoreing his anger. "I dont want another of your ancestors messages! The last one ruined my life!" He spat neading the ground with his claws. " the have told me your clan will be threatened by another clan who will try to take your terrwitory you must fight back!" The wolf said before disappearing into ther darkness. ' atleast their ancestors are straight forward' he thought to himself before makeing his way back to camp. ( hope ya like it)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 6, 2013
Sinister. Only one word could describe the dark, gloomy, menacing Forest of the Shattered. Occasionally a shrill screech would be heard, penetrating through the woods, skimming on the murky stream nearby, and releasing its loud and chilling scream at a village a few miles away. Thirteen year old Margret "Mar" Kressel stood up from the early morning laundry. Hearing the bone-chilling cry, she rushed towards the front door of the small house she and her mother, father, and three brothers lived in. The cold winter air nipped at her cheeks as a freezing wind swept her long, light brown hair. "Mother!" Mar said in a hushed tone, "The spirits are stirring. Mar's mother was alarmed. "Mar, you know that you are the only one out of all the villagers that can communicate with them. Find out what's going on in the Forest, before They take another one of us." Mar fell silent. A few years ago, her mother had given birth to an adorable girl whom she named Leslie. Mar was overjoyed to finally have a sister, but a only few months passed when the spirits 'took' baby Leslie. Leslie was now one of them, evil, dark, never to be seen as an innocent child once again. Mar agreed to go reason with the spirits. The whole village watched her off. Wearing her sturdy brown dress, carrying her father's sword, and using her traveler's boots, she seemed ready for anything. But even though it seemed as if she had the strength to face a whole army of fell creatures, in truth, Mar was very frightened. The last time she had spoken with the spirits was five months ago. She hadn't been practicing her etiquette with spirits, either. What if They took her?
This is where Mar's loyal she-wolf, Angertha, comes into the story. When Mar had first discovered her power of comunnicating with spirits, she had befriended a sleek silver she-wolf, whom she named Angertha--after the name of the letters in the Runic Alphabet. Angertha assisted Mar whenever she spoke to the spirits. This day, Mar needed the wolf most. Out of the nowhere, came a swiftly running Angertha, arriving to help Mar in her perilous but short quest. "Oh, Angertha, I'm so glad you came!" exclaimed Mar happily. They both ran at their own paces to the beginning of the Forest of the Shattered. In the shadowy forest were a trembling Mar and a cowering Angertha. After fifteen minutes of nervous walking, a gust of icy wind blew in the faces of the two. A wraithlike screech eminated throughout the woods, followed by more screeches and wailing. Mar gripped her father's sword diligently. Angertha stood on her four paws, a little braver than before. Suddenly, a dark shadowy form of a spirit appeared, along with many others. Mar cleared her throat and began talking. The spirits listened intently. When Mar finished having her say, the lead spirit seemed convinced not to take anyone from the village. "You have convinced us not to take anyone," he said in a dark, whispery-yet-evil-sounding voice, "But....." Mar's face fell. "We will take YOU!" Mar was aghast. "No!" she yelled, "I'm stuck in the middle of both worlds, and yet you are going to TAKE ME?! NEVER!" Too late. Silver wisps of mist started encircling her. The lead spirit let out a triumphant scream that was infused with malice. Angertha howled, her silver fur radiating light. Mar was free! The howl grew louder and louder. To Mar, it sounded like a beautiful song. To the spirits, it sounded like a death knoll. They disentigrated to ashes. Mar had saved the village!
Posted April 6, 2013
The light gray shewolf was smelling the flowers. It was a sunny day. She played with her babies. She had a wonderful day intill that night. She was sleep when she hear footsteps. She woke up. Her babies were gone. She did the wolf call. It didint work. She ran intill she found her babies. She started to fight with the taker. She kill it. She went back to her den and fell asleepwith her babies in her hands.
Posted April 6, 2013
She look at the energon pile and frowned. Energon is get low. She said. I will go hunt for some she said to optimis. She transformed into a motorcycle and left. She got a reading on her radr. As she arrived cons were there. Shoot she said. She open fired and and killed them alll. Brought back 20 tons of energon. Optimis congraulated her. Good job soldjer. He said. Thank you sir. She smiled. P.s join new transformers prime beast hunters rp at transformers result one.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 5, 2013
The dark brown tom paced quietly outside of his den, the muscles underneath his pelt rippled at every movement. "Oh stop worry, ripplestar, our son is perfectly capable of hunting on his own" moonstream teased lovingly, nudgeing her head agenst his shoulder. Ripplestar hesitated with an answer "what about that wolf that killed ashwing last sunrise." He fretted, looking at his mate with quiestioning eyes. Moonstream rolled her eyes and cuffed the leader lightly over the ear "sunshade reported that he chased out that wolf with graystride yesterday. Hawkpaw is strong. Like you" she added in warmly. With a nod, ripplestar relaxed, but the fur on his shoulders still bristled with worry. ~•In the forest•~ The amber eyes narrowed as her gaze was trained on her next victim, she swiped her tounge ovr her jaw hungrily "this one looks filling" she sneered crossly to herself. With light pawsteps, the light gray she wolf followed a dark brown tabby, hawkpaw, ripplestars son. Hawkpaw had caught a finch and had started to pick it up when he heard a leaf crackle, his ears perked up and he turned his head wildly as he gazed around at the surroundings. A gray flash passed him "w...whos there" he studdered, trying despratly to spot who the intruder was. The she-wolf grinned and she lunged forward at the tom, her strong paws slammed down on his shoulders, and her snaggly teeth embbed into his scruff, drawing blood. In a desperate attempt of escaping the sharp thorn like teeth that held him like a peice of prey, hawkpaw twisted his head and tried to bite down onto the she-wolfs muzzle, he managed to cut her nose. With a snarl, the shewolf, whos name was cloudsoar, let hawkpaw go, but blocked the escape route "im not finished" she sneered with hostility. Hawkpaw, who picked himself up from the ground, crouched with her stomach pressed agenst the ground, his tail lashing furiously. "I thought sunshade and graystride chased you away from our territory" He growled loosley. Cloudsour had stalked around him "they tried, but failed to suceed, you see, they thought i was gone, stupid furballs, but i was hiding in a small hollow beyond the border, waiting to strike again" she let out a chuckle "i killed cat before, and i liked the taste and the feel of there blood on my paws" and she shot forward again, only this time to fall onto her back when hawkpaw lept up and slashed her stomach from underneath. With a growl, cloudsoar snapped her fangs down onto hawkpaws hind leg, and dragged him backwards. Hawkpaw snarled and slashed her muzzle with his hind claws, getting her left eye. Partialy blind, cloudsoar went in for one more attack. She bit into hawkpaws side, while his hind claws pummled at her soft underbelly. Hawkpaw managed to dig his claws into her sides and bit into her chest, his fangs tearing at the flesh. With a howl of defeat, cloudsoar kicked the apprentice off and retreated, though to yowl "ill be back!". Hawkpaw just chased after her with his ears flat to his head, "and dont come back!" He spat after her, nipping at her hindlegs as she ran. ~•Back at camp•~
Ripplestar let out a yowl of relife as his son returned, "hawkpaw! Your alright!" He covered his son in licks. Hawkpaw groaned and pushed his father away "i chased the wolf off again. She attacked me but i won" he said proudly. "Well," he glanced at sunshade "you had a good teacher," the leader purred. ~•3 moonslater•~ hawkjaw instructed his apprentice wisley, "great job oakpaw" he would praise him....
Posted April 4, 2013
Amberwing bursted out of the warriors' den, the cool chilling air ruffled against his black fur. Spiderdust and Softsong padded out of the warriors' den too and brush their pelts against Amberwing's as they get a piece of fresh-kill. Amberwing focuses his light amber eyes on everything in sight. 'ShadeClan looks as normal as it can be' he thought in bordom, but his littermates, Spiderdust and Softsong, might have something he could do. As Spiderdust and Softsong picked their fresh-kill, they padded back inside the warriors' den, their pelts disappeared when they padded in. Amberwing followed them, but his belly rumbled on the way there. 'I better find some fresh-kill...' he thought but already knows that the fresh-kill pile is almost empty. So instead, when no one is around, he sets off for some fresh-kill. ----------- Amberwing looked down at his half-buried mouse as he tried to bury up the rest. Then, out of the corner of the eye, he spotted a black figure that is as big as a 5-moon old kit. 'Rabbit!' He thought and dropped into hunting position. The rabbit didn't hear him yet but Amberwing didn't think of that yet until it is time. When he was ready, he wiggled his haunches and shot up with his hind legs building up speed. But, something crashed into him and the rabbit ran away. Amberwing yowled in pain as he stumbled on a hard sandy ground. A large figure blocked his veiw from the forest. The figure stood up and snorts up. Amberwing's eyes grew wide. He has never seen anything like this before. It was a light-gray she-wolf, her eyes narrowing on Amberwing's anxious and surprise gaze. Amberwing's heart raced. He could hear blood pounding in his ears as the she-wolf's frusterated gaze turn into a confused one. "Who are you?" She asked him. Amberwing's face froze. This wolf could speak cat?! "Amberwing. Yours?" Amberwing mewed. "Light." The she-wolf replied. "Why do you come here, stealing my prey?" Amberwing tilted his head. 'She is in ShadeClan territory! How is that her fresh-kill?' He wondered. "But you are in ShadeClan's territory, so it is my prey." Amberwing corrected. "ShadeClan? What kind of pack name is that? I live in SlashPack and that was my prey until you came stumbling along and ruin everything my pack needs." Amberwing could tell by her voice and information that her Clan-no, Pack-needs fresh-kill too as much as his Clan does. "You need to watch out where you are going, cat." Light snarled. "Or else my Pack will hunt you down and take you as prisoner." With the flick of her tail, Light turned around and bounded away. Amberwing got up, eyes wide like a size of a medium-size mossball. He couldn't beleive that a Pack of wolves live near ShadeClan's territory! He needs to tell Heavystar about this! He raced back to ShadeClan camp. ----------- "Heavystar! Heavystar!" Amberwing called out. Heavystar stepped out of the leaders' den. "What is it, Amberwing?" He asked. "A Pack of wolves live near our territory!" Amberwing reported. "A Pack of wolves?!" Heavystar froze. "They live near the rocky mountains, where all of our prey live! What will he do?" Amberwing gasped. "We speak to their leader at once. Come on, Amberwing. Lets go." --------- Amberwing and Heavystar padded in the SlashPack's camp, showing no fear. Amberwing reconized Light as she padded up to them. "I'm the leader." She told them. "Good." Heavystar meowed. "You-" Light crashed in. "We moved our border, so you are allow to come and have prey." She dipped her head.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 4, 2013
Mothwing sniffed the air. She caught a strange smell that was unfamiliar, so she catiously followed it. It led her to a dark, abandoned cavern. She kept following the scent, wondering where it was leading her. She stopped when she came to a partly lit cavern, where she saw a pack of wolves. Being a cat, she was terrified. "And who is this... cat?" A dark male wolf with an air of authority asked, stepping foward. Mothwing trembled with fear. A light grey she wolf came up next to the dark wolf. "Welcome. I am the Alpha female, and this is the Alpha male." The Alpha female dipped her head. "What is your name?" The Alpha male asked. "Mothwing." The wolves gasped, making her tremble all the more. "You are ment to save us. 'When the light is fading, the moth will work it's magic.'" "That's the prophecy." The Alpha female explained. "I-I don't understand. I belong to my own clan, and surely there are plenty of Moths out in the world. Certainly you don't need me." "We will let you go home, but remember you are ment to save us." *** Mothwing thought about the wolves until she fell asleep that night. 'Surely I, of all animals, can't save them.' She thought. *** "Mothwing! Wake up! You've overslept!" Stormpelt called. "Uhhh. Go away." "Blazingheart says NOW." "Okay, okay, I'm coming." Mothwing crawled out from the warrior's den. "Mothwing, you, Stormpelt, and Hazelpaw are going hunting." Blazingheart, the deputy, ordered.
All while she was hunting, Mothwing could not concentrate, thinking about the wolves. All she carried back to camp was a mouse, although it was greenleaf. "Mothwing, what's up? You've only brought a measly mouse back." Glazestar, the leader, asked. "Sorry. I was distracted." Well, don't let it happen again." *** Mothwing wandered to the cave again. She snuck in and found a twoleg trying to kill the wolves. Angry, Mothwing lept and hurt the twoleg, making it run away. "You have saved us. We are grateful." The alpha male said. "Yet I feel this is not the end."
Posted April 4, 2013
As Leapordstream ran along the edge of the stream in Riverclan she could sense something. Some cat was following her she didnt know who it was though. She was certain someone was there though. When she turned she saw a grey she cat following her. "Who are you and why are you following me" she hissed at the she cat. "Do not fear Leapordstream i am here to protect to something bad will happen to the clans and your the one who can save them" the grey she cat said then she ran out of the forest. Leapordstream kept getting the vision of that she cat in her head how was she suppose to save the clans. When she reaches her River clan she sees everyines face in horror. "What happened" she asks her clanmates. "Mistystar has died" the clan replied. "No she just got her nine lives" leapordstream murmured and walked away. Maybe this is what she meant Mistystar didnt lose any if her nine lives and now shes dead something must be going in with starclan. That night she had a dream the same grey she cat was there she told her some cat will come and try to destroy your clan then alk the others.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 4, 2013
I pad twards the hills of the valley. I knew the wolves of the watch would come. They knew what sh had down. My ears twitched as I heard the sound of thundering paws. I looked franticly around. I spotted an abandoned den and quickly pad there. I curled up inside. The wolves of the watch were scouting the area still so I stayed in place. I sighed I closed my and slowly drifted to sleep. The next morning I yawned. I then checked to see if he was still there. He was he was curled up right next to me. "Dear lupus Im in trouble" I murered to herself. My gray fur glistened in the morning sun. I sighed. Last night I had kidnappd this pup from the cheiftans mate. I ha done it for the prophecy. The prophecy of war; "When wolves begin to die and you hear battle cries you know there is a war. Lupus cant help us, te choosn ones can. The four pups, who were summonded form the cave of souos. One pup who is a prince. Anoter a cowardly outcast. The third a bowing servant. And the last a fearless pup. They will end the suffering. They will end the war." I had just grabbed the first pup. And now I was a wanted criminal. I sighed. I looked at the pup. He had reddish fur and deep blue eyes. I was gonna get killed because of this pup. And i had to train him... to be a fighter. It all seemed impossible. I licked his ear. I glanced out to make sure it wa safe. I then stepped out. A large male wolf then tackled me. I growled as i began to nip at him. He then barke at me. "You theif!" He barked. I whinned. "Do you relize what you have done!" He asked. I nodded. But rhen I threw him off and pinned him down. I then used my powers to control him. I hypnotized him. He then got up. "Look here," I began. "Im not evil Im just trying to fofill the pophecy." I expalined. "Can I help?" He asked. I stood there shocked. I then nodded. He smiled. "I know where the third pup is" he said. I gasped. "She is a servant to us watch wolves" he said. I looked at him and smiled. "Whats your name?" I asked. "Arogon" he said. "And you?" He asked. "Ceilidh" i replied. He then spotted the pup in the den. "What ya gonna name him?" He aasked. I shook my head. "How about Teron.. it means "bold" in old wolf" suggested Argon. "Teron is a good name" i agreed. I then picked him up by the scuff of his neck. "Im gonna go up into the mountains where we will be safe" I said muffledly. Arogon nodded. "And im gonna get that pup" said arogon. "Then bring it to the mountains" he said. I nodded. I then began to pad off. I made it to the mountains before sun-down. I sighed. I found a den then collapsed exausted. I feed the pup. Then slowly drifted to sleep with him. The next morning I woke up. I walked outside. Then arogon pad up with a small she-pup in his mouth. She was small and skiny. The pup had whie fur and green eyes. He pad to the den and set her down. "I got her and nobody caught me caude noboy cared" he said. I licked the pup. "And her name will be gnaw because in old wolf it means "surviver" I said. I then put her with Teron. "Together we will fofill the prophecy" I promised. He nodded. We then pad into the woods. I sniffed around while he scouted. I had found the scent of deer but then found a wolf lying in the morning sun. I walked up to her. She looked up at me. "Hi Im Akhal" she greeted. "Im Ceilidh" i replied. "What are you doing so high in the mountains?" She asked. "Um...." I trailed off. "Can I join?" She asked. "Sure" I replied cuiously. We then joind arogon and went back to mydenWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 10, 2013
OKAY.... THE WINNERS ARE....
First Place goes to... the story with Mar and the Spirits!!!
Second Place goes to... Junavi's Last Hope by Glimmer!!!
Third Place goes to... the story with Iceyes/before the dawn's light by Starrykit!!
Honorable Mention goes to... Silver Scale's Prophecy by Tommy Girl!!
THANKS for participating!! THE NEXT CONTEST WILL HAVE NO ASSIGNMENT, and will be at "we will write" results 1-3. THANKS AGAIN!!
~ The Bluejay
Posted July 9, 2011
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