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(Teen Titans- Beast Boy Raven centric)

“C'mon, c'mon...just one inch. Heck, I'll even take a few centimeters. Pleeeease..."

Her amethyst eyes shifted from her latest novel of Earthly dead languages, having found many similarities between the lost languages of humans and dimensions in between, patterns of dialects and the like. She pinched her finger between the pages, clutching the old cover close to her chest as her curiosity got the best of her, arching a slim brow. It was hard to miss that voice.

And he had left the door open.

Drifting to the bathroom edge, she cautiously peered inside, quieter than silence could possibly allow.

He was standing as erect as possible, shoulders pressed against the corner of the wall to the shower door, pulling his neck as high as it could go without tilting up. His sneakers had been discarded to the side, shirt and gloves tossed onto the counter, but his pants (thankfully) had still been retained, slender and tight to his form. In his left hand, a dry erase marker, in his right, a roll of measuring tape. His ears tilted down as he willed his spine to make a difference in his natural stance, but to no avail. The mark had been made. It was still the same. Spinning on his heel, his sharp eyes studied the overlap, jaw protruding as his upturned nose scrunched in further, and for once, the joy that often filled his face was lost to his self disappointment. No progress. But how to control that? It wasn't like he could train himself to stretch. No amount of food was going to add to his skeleton, and shifting himself would only be cheating.

He was a youth, still on his way to manhood, but not quick enough. Everyone was still taller than him. Everyone.

“Shoot.” he sighed, falling back into himself as his back relaxed. His ears slanted further as his forehead bumped the wall, taking in a small breath as he closed his eyes. Same as last week. And the week before. If only there was a way he could just...

Bringing a wide palm to his face, he rubbed off the condensation of the remaining shower steam and pushed himself off, using the palm of his other hand to wipe the marks off the glass. Maybe next week. Maybe. Drying his hand off on his towel, the changeling tossed the marker on the counter, taking a small step forward before his ears twitched, staring at his reflection along the sink's wall length mirror in sudden alert. Something wasn't right. His instincts were acting up. Head darting to his right, his brows knit, suddenly swiping to his left as his eyes locked onto the wide crack of the doorway...and finding a pair of eyes staring back.

Beast Boy was many things, but silent was not one of them, and finding the inability to call out his voice was a new and strange setback. His cheeks, however, communicated all that was required, delving into the darkest hues of the reddish kind. If ever there could be a better combination of holiday colors, he could have proudly challenged. Hand clunkily gripping his gut, the teen ducked his neck into his shoulders, arching a nervous brow, “H-How long have you been there? I could've sworn I closed that, 'cause I just showered –”

“Not that long.” the empath huffed grittily, thankful her hood was covering the near shame her teammate had nearly suggested. She wasn't the type to spy on her friends, and much less for those kind of reasons. However, she had caught him during a private time. And though his actions were not questionable, they were intriguing to she who had witnessed them.


The air between them remained thick and awkward, and the black hole eating him alive only intensified with time. Her amethysts drilled him stoically, and for a split second, he could have sworn she was doing this on purpose, just to rip his esteem down to shreds. Raven had her own way of humoring herself, and if he couldn't trigger that smile he so desperately tried to earn, she would earn it herself, at his expense. But she only tucked the massive book she owned in the nook of her hip, leaning the same shoulder against the door frame. The tightness spread to his throat, jaw clenched to the point of ear twitches, and he would have allowed the earth to swallow him whole if she hadn't decided to finally break the silence, her voice as placid as it ever was,

“You're short.”

His hand dropped to his side, leaning back into his spine as he winced, fully exposed. Hearing himself say it within the confines of his room was one thing. Witnessing his form in a mirror that could not lie, he could handle. Sizing himself up against his friends and foes on the spot, he had accepted. But hearing it out loud from a ally...her...

It hurt.

His cheeks flushed even darker, jaw pouting a bit as his shoulders sagged, “You like to get right to the point, don't you?” he muttered, emeralds finding their way to the tiled floor.

“Beating around the bush doesn't do anything but waste time. Pointless.”

The disappointment he felt, as well as the embarrassment, pulsed off him in uncontrollable measures. It seemed his inadequacy in stature resulted in a degradation of his esteem, and none was more familiar with the negative effects of self esteem than the half demon herself. Everyone had their own qualms, and it appeared she had just found his.

“It doesn't matter, you know.”

His eyes shifted back to her, emotion, for once, void on his mailable face. He observed her for a brief moment, nose twitching before he gathered himself up, “I know.” he answered quietly, tucking a thumb along the rim of his pants. Her brows knit ever so slightly, and though he couldn't see them through the thick shadow, the tone in her voice solidified any question of it,

“Then why does it?”

She watched as he closed his eyes with a small sigh, bringing his right hand over to his left shoulder and hooked it there, lips tightening in thought. So many emotions. So indecisive. And then finally, he looked up, but to his reflection in the wall, trying to search for that time and place among hundreds of memories. Thousands of words. And one feeling, above all others.

“Think bigger...” he uttered, eyes flicking toward the ground for a moment before dropping his arm. His chest held out, sizing himself once more, before his voice whispered.

“Mento used to tell me to think bigger. When I was a kid, I screwed up a lot...Missions were top priority, foul ups were unacceptable. Doom Patrol didn't have room for thinking inside the box. You had to think bigger, all times, all situations. I had to think bigger. If I couldn't reach something, Rita would tell me to think bigger. If I couldn't lift something, Cliff would say think bigger, squirt. And Larry would remind me that bigger thinking would make up for smaller me. And I figured...I'll think bigger for it all...go big or go home, you know?” His eyes winced as if he were replaying the mistakes...reliving the embarrassment...the fear.

“Think bigger. Everyone on this team pulls their own weight, Beast Boy...Why can't you?” he chanted hoarsely, voice capturing the same tone Mento had used on him all those years ago. So long between then and now, and still the shadow of his first leader...his trainer and provider...his father figure, was lashing out in disappointment, eternally reprimanding the teen of his useless placement within their honorable uniform. He had been a fluke, it seemed, a bit of luck on his side as he gazed into his own eyes, unable to find himself in the body he knew so well. “Still screwin' up, I guess.” he chuckled emptily, glancing back at the glass door with the remnant smudges of his marker, “Still don't know how to follow that order.”

A bit of silence passed between them as he sniffed, suddenly remembering where he was and who he had been talking to. A meek smile curled along the side of his face, though Raven only glanced from the shower door back to him, crossing her other arm into her leaned one.

“It's fairly difficult for someone to think bigger when there's nothing going on up there to begin with.”

The smile immediately dropped into a huffed scowl, brows flattened to that of an aggravated gorilla, though he maintained his humanesque shape.

Her eyes blinked gently, “Your height isn't going to make a difference in what you do or who you are. You already have the pride of a peacock and the voice of howler monkey to let the world know. You already know how to “think bigger”, but not in the literal sense.” she added, rolling her eyes to the fact that he could be that simple minded. Pushing herself off the door frame, the empath lifted a lone cool finger and pressed it against his warm chest, triggering a fresh set of chills off the green skin. Eyes trailing down, he peered at her hand with the eyes of a child, pouting in interest.

“Your head may not always think bigger...but this does.”

His emerald eyes gazed up slowly in wonder, locking with those that held such acceptance, it nearly wiped away a new slate for him to work with. Approval had been all he had ever desired. To be bigger, perhaps, was not to think bigger; and, maybe he didn't know who he was all the time, but she did. An earnest smile began to warmly curl his lips, but only made a briefer than brief appearance before she swiped her hand up and flicked his nose, earning an instant whine. She turned on her heel, book in clutch as her cloak flared behind her. “Robin will be needing this room soon. He finishes his spar in fifteen minutes.” she noted nonchalantly as she continued her way down the hall, popping the book open as she resumed her studies.

Left hand capping his nose, the changeling's knit brows arched a half, huffing grumpily as he rubbed the offended area, “Sheesh, alright.” His eyes made way to the mirror once more, finding his right hand clutched over his chest, as if protecting the aura she had left there. Pressing his palm flat, he rubbed it in firm with a shy smile, ignoring the light tingle that was more than likely mind trickery, and made his way to the sink, ruffling out his cowlicked hair. Glancing toward the door, he stood up straight and observed his reflection, athletic and lean, but just as tall as he was before. His fingers slid along the counter top, finding the marker in its lonely corner and held it up, taking a long hard look.

The clang of the trash bin's echo vibrated for a moment, but was just as soon forgotten. He didn't need it any more, he figured, as he gathered up his shirt and sneakers, shaking out his head one last time. After all, if the oddest of the titans accepted him for who he was, as he was, what did he have to worry about?
It's been so long since I've written for this show. Oh my childhood. More of these soon to come.
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Leader: Froststar (Light-gray) -Female

Deputy: Crystalfeather (White, light gray stripes) -Female

Medicine Cat: Sedgeheart (Tortoiseshell) -Male
Apprentice: Pepperfern


Snowstorm (Light gray) -Male

Honeystripe (Light-brown, golden stripe) -Female
Apprentice: Icepaw

Mousepelt (Light-brown) -Male

Mistyfern (Gray) -Female

Silverfoot (Light-gray) -Male

Spottedtail (Gray, black spots) -Male
Apprentice: Aquapaw

Mooneyes (Blue-gray) -Male

Tigerrain (Tortoiseshell) -Female

Windleap (Light-gray) -Male

Sorrelwind (Dark-brown) -Female

Cloudheart (White) -Female

Brightdapple (Gray) -Female
Apprentice: Dewpaw

Toadpelt (Brown) -Male

Wolfleap (Gray) -Male

Stonespirit (Dark-gray) -Male

Whitefoot (Light-gray) -Female

Pepperfern (Light-brown) -Female

Graybird (Gray) -Male

Blossomfur (Tan)
Snowflight (White)
Mosspool (Gray)


Aquapaw (Blue-gray) -Female [Brightdapple/Heavybreeze]
Pebblepaw (Light-gray) -Male [Brightdapple/Heavybreeze]
                Dewpaw (Gray) -Female [Cloudheart/Mooneyes]
Icepaw (White/blue-gray)-Female [Cloudheart/Mooneyes]
Sparrowpaw (Brown) -Male [Sorrelwind/Silverfoot]
Swanpaw (White) -Female [Sorrelwind/Silverfoot]
Fleetpaw (Light-gray) -Male [Sorrelwind/Silverfoot]


Specklekit (Light-gray) -Female [Blossomfur/Snowstorm]
Mistkit (White) -Female [Blossomfur/Snowstorm]
Goldkit (Tan) -Male [Blossomfur/Snowstorm]
Frostkit (White) -Male [Snowflight/Toadpelt]
Eaglekit (Brown, white head) -Male [Snowflight/Toadpelt]




Heavybreeze (Blue-gray) -Male
Weaselnose (Brown) -Female

IceClan. You know the drill.

Oh, also try to post your cat's age as well. And if you want to have her become part of the clan after being a kittypet or rouge or your cat wishes to stay because the clan nursed them back to health that's fine too. But if it's that case and they don't have a warrior name before becoming part of the clan, then either you need to think of one or tell me your cat's appearance and I'll think of it.

*EDIT* So, apparently a couple of my names here are already taken, so I need to try and change them to new ones. So I have Whiteclaw and Adderfang i need to change, if there's any more please let me know. I need to check my other clans as well so if you see any that are taken, please point them out because I didn't know they were taken.
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Pointed ears skin, eyes and hair of green.
He is perhaps the oddest thing you have ever seen.
Funny and sweet though without much wit.
He can become any animal if you but name it.
Yes it is true it is quite a feat.
Though his ability has left him with a fear of meat.
Now he east nothing but soy.
And his talent has earned him the name Beast Boy.
Even though his appearance resembles mold.
Beneath his green hide is a heart of gold.
A really short Beast Boy poem I did in high school. I wrote it to go with this Raven poem. [link]
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Leader: Sparrowstar (Brown) -Female

Deputy: Lionpelt (Orange) -Male
Apprentice: Badgerpaw

Medicine Cat: Gorsemark (White) -Male
Apprentice: Weaselheart

Cloverblaze (Brown) -Female

Hazelpelt (Dark-Brown) -Female

Gingerleap (Orange) -Male
Apprentice: Sandpaw

Amberflower (Tan) -Female
Apprentice: Heatherpaw

Cinderbreeze (Light-Gray) -Male

Snakestalker (Gray) -Male

Scarletfeather (Red-Brown) -Female

Hawkcatcher (Dark-Brown) -Male

Squirrelnose (Orange) -Male
Apprentice: Birchpaw

Honeyfern (Brown) -Female

Shrewclaw (Light-Brown) -Female

Swiftpetal (Tortoiseshell) -Female

Ravenleap (Black) -Male
Apprentice: Stonepaw

Owlflight (Dark-Gray) -Male

Harepelt (Dark-Brown) -Male

Breezetail (Gray) -Male

Patchfur (Dark-Gray) -Male

Moonfur (Light-Gray) -Female

Stonecloud (Gray)
Featherfrost (Light-Gray)
Leafbreeze (Brown)

                Stonepaw (Gray) -Male [Amberflower/Oaktail]
Birchpaw (Tan) -Male [Amberflower/Oaktail]
Sandpaw (Light-Brown) -Female [Shrewclaw/Ravenleap]
Heatherpaw (Brown) -Female [Shrewclaw/Ravenleap]
Badgerpaw (Black) -Male [Shrewclaw/Ravenleap]
Brightpaw (Tortoiseshell) -Female [Swiftpetal/Owlflight]
Rockpaw (Dark-Gray) -Male [Swiftpetal/Owlflight]

Eaglekit (Dark-Brown) -Male [Stonecloud/Hawkcatcher]
Volekit (Gray) -Female [Stonecloud/Hawkcatcher]
Dawnkit (White) -Female [Featherfrost/Skyclaw]
Duskkit (Gray) -Male [Featherfrost/Skyclaw]



Oaktail (Gray) -Male
Skyclaw (White) -Male

Emberpaw (Orange) -Female

Now, before I give the summary of this, it's (rudely) come to my attention that some of my listed cats are already used. If the same is with this one, let me know.

That being said, there is no reason for you guys to put an angry face or exclamation point when you tell me. It actually really hurts when I see my inbox full of messages criticizing all the hard work I put into this. It took me DAYS to come up with those names! Do you people honestly realize how hard it was to come up with enough names to fill four clans, a background story for some cats, and continue along with future cat names? I'm already at the part where Foxpaw has kits and they're warriors! That goes for other art pieces too, don't just comment on what's wrong with it, unless they ask. To work on something very hard, and you feel proud and like you accomplished something of value, just to have people slam it? It hurts, a lot. Okay? So don't be rude about it next time.

LeafClan. It's got the most kits and apprentices I reckon.
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Author's Note: This fic came to me after I heard, then saw the video for, the A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera duet "Say Something". It struck something in me and... well, this story is what came of it. If you haven't heard it, it can be found here: Say Something.

Usage of the cover image, entitled "Mission failed" was granted by artist f19850928.

Warning: I never thought I would write one of these, but it turns out I was wrong. Not only is this a sonfic (something I'm not a big fan of) but it is also a Death!Fic.

Disclaimer: Young Justice & Batman, or the song "Say Something", are not mine. Any recognizable content is not mine.


Say something I'm giving up on you

The scream was torn from his throat as he collided feet first with the heated metal. His knees buckled beneath him and he fell to the catwalk that had halted his descent. He lurched to the side, his weight causing the already twisted metal to tilt and his body began to slide toward the edge. Instinctively, his legs hooked around the railing, once again jarring his bruised and broken body from falling into the inferno below.

I'll be the one if you want me to

For the moment, he hung there partially upside down, desperately trying to regain his breath. But the air was scorching his lungs and he was finding it almost impossible to breathe. His arms hung limply below his head, the metal cuffs searing into his flesh of his wrists as the fire below heated them.

Anywhere I would have followed you

He wasn't supposed to be there, not alone in any case. Batman and Robin had been en route from Gotham when things went south. Blockbuster's men had shown up early and had been far too meticulous when they searched the area. They found his surveillance devices and a short time later, they found him. Desmond had been only too eager to express his frustration at the appearance of the vigilante.

Say something I'm giving up on you

His ribs were broken, his nose and cheekbone as well, his back was flaring with pain and his legs were a mass of pins and needles. Being tossed from a helicopter and through the skylight of the now flame-engulfed warehouse had not improved his condition. Sweat trickled down his face and into his blood-caked hair, and who was to say if a few tears slipped from beneath his mask.

And I am feeling so small

He was scared; no point in denying it. But it didn't mean he was ready to... God, he was only nineteen! It wasn't supposed to be like this! This wasn't how it was supposed to end! Not for him! Not when there was still so much he had to say and do.

It was over my head

Something on the floor below him exploded, sending a jet of flames into the air and rocking the building. The catwalk heaved once before it shifted in the air and he was sliding again. He managed to twist his body, crying out at the pain lanced through his back and chest, and grabbed onto the railing with his bound hands.

I know nothing at all

The soles of his boots dangled over the flames, his feet burning inside the heavy leather. His shoulders screamed in protest and he felt something stab at him from inside his chest. His already laboured breathing stuttered and he tasted the blood that bubbled up the back of his throat.

And I will stumble and fall

"You're Batman."


"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Maybe someday."

"But probably not."

"Probably not."

"... Not cool Bruce."

I'm still learning to love

He'd been so angry after being lied to by the first adult he had trusted since his parents. He hadn't talked to Bruce for an entire week. Not until Bruce had walked into his room and tossed him a padded staff. The man had offered to train him, to teach him how to harness the anger and grief and pain. It hadn't been easy, rebuilding the trust and forging a partnership. It still amazed him that somehow, in all the sparing and lessons and late nights, he had found not only a friend and mentor but a father as well.

Just starting to crawl

Had he ever told Bruce that?

Say something I'm giving up on you

Smoke billowed up around him as a second something exploded beneath him and the temperature rose even higher. It curled around him before finding its escape through the shattered skylight above him. His eyes stung as they followed its path out into the night, though not from the smoke itself. Some part of him had hoped to see a caped figure overhead, but there was no one.

I'm sorry I couldn't get to you

He couldn't remember a time before this that Batman hadn't come for him, hadn't been there when he needed him. From the first moments after his parents fell, to nursing him back to health after being nearly beaten to death by Two-Face. Batman had been his stalwart protector, his rock, his hero.

Anywhere I would have followed you

Is this how Jason felt in those last moments? Beaten and broken, bound and hopeless? Begging for rescue and knowing, deep down, that it wasn't coming? That HE wasn't coming?

Say something I'm giving up on you

Another explosion rocked the warehouse and the catwalk finally gave out and plummeted, taking him with it. He fell, heat rising up around him, only to be stopped by a metal staircase that had twisted in the raging fire and into his path. He cried out as blistering hot metal lanced into his side, ripping and tearing his flesh even as it momentarily saved him.

And I will swallow my pride

He gave up any pretence of strength, his body going limp as blood dripped from his body and sizzled on the metal frame beneath him. Tears flowed freely from beneath his mask as he stared up at the skylight. The still visible, clear night sky seemed to mock him; his one chance of escape even further away now.

You're the one that I loved

It didn't hurt much anymore. His mind felt heavy as he stared at the stars that seemed just a little bit brighter. He felt a light hand on his shoulder, slender and elegant, a woman's touch.

A mother's touch.

And I'm saying good-bye

A calloused, comforting hand cupped the side of his face and he felt himself turning into the touch. A hand that had once caressed a fevered brow, wiped away the tears from childhood hurts and had clasped unfailing to his wrists as he soared through the air.

Say something I'm giving up on you

Smaller hands clasped his tightly between them, promising him that he wasn't alone. Hands that had once held the promise of partners. Of friendship. Of brotherhood. Hands that had been taken away far too soon.

And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

The pain was gone. Chased away by the fleeting touches and the hushed whispered that seem to drown out the cracking of the fire around him. The stars were growing brighter and he didn't feel so alone anymore.

And Anywhere I would have followed you

"Rest now, my little Robin..."

"It's almost over, son..."

"You've done good, Dickie-bird..."


Say something I'm giving up on you

A flash of shadow blocked his view of the stars, but somehow the light grew brighter. It blinded him and he felt his eyes drifting closed of their own accord. The three comforting presences solidified around him and he felt his lips turning up in a sad smile at their warm and welcoming faces.

"Sorry... Bruce..."

Say something I'm giving up on you

"Don't speak... Stay awake! No... No, Nightwing! Stay awake! Stay with me! Nightwing! DICK! Dick, stay with me! Dickie Please..."

Say something

So... yea... I went there....
Cry run Bunny Emoji-09 (Cry) [V1] STITCH LLORA 1 
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Blue eyes gleamed in the moonlit bushes. A strong, muscular cat leaped gracefully out of the bushes, her gray pelt turned silver. A lithe ginger tabby padded silently by her side. “I am worried, Featherstar. What will RiverClan say?” The large gray tabby looked down at the ginger tabby. “You are right to be concerned Squirrelstream. But what can we do about it. We cannot turn back time and change our actions. All we can do is accept the consequences for our actions.” Squirrelstream nodded, and once more the duo fell silent. After what seemed like nine lifetimes, the four massive oaks crept into Squirrelstream’s line of vision. As if obeying an unspoken command, Squirrelstream and Featherstar quickened the pace from a gentle, easy walk to a trot, then to a run. Finally, ThunderClan burst into Fourtrees.
Featherstar leapt on top of the Great rock, and Squirrelstream went to search for her SkyClan friend, Twigheart. She spotted him sitting next to his deputy Raventail, and a SkyClan apprentice she did not know. Squirrelstream padded over. “Greetings Twigheart. Who is this?” She flicked her tail towards the small black tom. Twigheart purred loudly. “Good to see you Squirrelstream. I thought you’d decided not to show up!” Answering her question, he added “This is Beetlepaw, our newest apprentice.” Beetlepaw looked nervous as he dipped his head respectfully in greeting. “Hello Squirrelstream. Aren’t you ThunderClan’s Deputy?” Squirrelstream nodded. “I am.” She looked up at Silverpelt. “Congratulations! Is this your first gathering?” Beetlepaw nodded.
Featherstar stood on the high rock with the other leaders. A white she-cat dipped her head towards Featherstar. “Featherstar, how is ThunderClan?” Featherstar purred. “We are fine, thank you Moonstar. What about SkyClan?” The white she-cat shrugged. “We are fine. We’ve had some problems with Twolegs wandering around in our territory, but that’s nothing new.” Featherstar suspected there was more to that then Moonstar was letting on, but she didn’t press. She respected Moonstar too much. Instead, Featherstar changed the subject. “Are there any new warriors?” Moonstar nodded. “Cloudfur received his warrior name last night. He was so proud!” Featherstar purred amusement. The young tom had had a longer apprenticeship than most, because his whitecough was slow in healing. Moonstar’s voice brought Featherstar out of her thoughts. “Birdflight received her name as well. How about in ThunderClan?” Featherstar replied “Redfang sat vigil two nights ago.”
A creamy tabby bounded onto the Great rock in one leap. Larkstar, leader of ShadowClan, had arrived. She was followed by Burrowstar, leader of WindClan. Featherstar wondered where RiverClan was. Then a commanding yowl sounded from far away. A skinny black tom with blood-red eyes charged into the clearing and bounded onto the Great rock. The rest of his Clan followed. RiverClan had arrived at last, and it looked as though he had brought his whole Clan.
Squirrelstream gaped in amazement as an elder walked into the clearing, followed by a heavily pregnant cat. A pale brown she-cat, hazel eyes flashing in alarm, wailed “Oh, Heronkit, where are you!?!” A small gray kit approached the queen, and she nearly knocked the kit over with anxious licks. Squirrelstream recognized her friend Hazeleyes. She padded towards her friend, and Hazeleyes swiveled her ears to let Squirrelstream know that she had heard her approach. Hazeleyes did not raise her head, and Squirrelstream felt awkward. Finally she blurted “Hazeleyes, what are you doing here?! You should be in the nursery, at home!” She glanced sideways at the frightened kit, and softened her voice. “And why is Heronkit here?” Hazeleyes still didn’t raise her eyes and she said meekly “You will see in a minute.” Before Squirrelstream could ask what that meant, the skinny black tom yowled “Everybody listen! There are to be great changes! We all must unite!”
This is my idea of how BloodClan came to be. I know that a book is coming out about it called Rise of Scourge, but please, just bare with me, okay?
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Dreamcake slips down the slide
Third eye sees, lips crack
All the buses are blue here
You dreamed of me last night

I watched you from a million
Yellow raincoat dancing
Mother sends her love, I send
All the pumpkins are blue here
Geez, everytime I write lately it comes out creepy. Good thing I see my shrink Wednesday. ;)
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I could feel my heart racing. Spiderleg just told me he loved me. I didn't know what to say.I already have a mate!
"I-I-I don't know what to say..." I stuttered.
I could tell he was about to cry.
"D-Don't cry Spiderleg. I-I l-love you too." I confessed
His eyes got brighter but only for a heart beat.
"I was so scared that you would say that you only love Brackenfur." He worried
"To tell you the truth, we've been slipping apart for a while now. He said that he wanted kits,I still thought I was too young. I said no. And ever sense then we haven't really been mates." I told him.
"Then will you be my mate,Sorreltail?"Spiderleg asked me
"of corse! I love you so much!" I meowed
I decided to go hunting. I met Brackenfur on the way.
"Hi!" he greeted me warmly. Then his smile turned into a look of pure fear. "Why do you smell  so strongly of Spiderleg?" He asked. I knew I had to tell him.
"I- well… he- er... We're uh- mates now. I said yes because I know that you-"
"Just stop talking." He cut me off. I felt my heart break,but I love Spiderleg and I know he loves me.
"I- I'm really sorry." I told him. He just brushed past me.
"Hey!" Spiderleg called me over. I walked over to him. He licked me between the ears.
"Want to hunt?" He asked.
"Sure!" I answered eagerly. I soon scented a vole. I got into my hunter's crouch,and quickly caught it. It was young and plump and big and looked really juicy!
"Great catch!" spiderleg praised me. He had gotten a thrush. When we were walking back to camp. He saw a big bird,it had a worm in it's mouth which meant it had eggs! We quickly climbed into the tree. We decided I would take the girl bird and he would get the boy. I unsheathed my claws as we went to the branch the birds were on. I pounced on my bird at the same time Spiderleg did. I saw it then. There were four baby birds! I quickly killed all of them. We took them home and knew,we loved each other.
SPIDERXSORREL 4EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Rise of Fire Clan : Chapter 1

Two lone figures slipped between the broken fence panels. The first and larger of the pair lifted his head and tasted the air.
"Nothing but pelt-changer rubbish" he growled to the slim queen beside him. Sighing she padded on; each rib showed through her thin but tidy pelt. Homelessness hadn't stopped her from grooming herself like most of the loners around this place.
"I guess we'd better get back to the others before they start to worry" she answered already turning back. A hiss sounded behind them
"Who do you think you are and what do you think your doing on my territory" the larger tom spun around
"I'm Swift and we're just passing through," he answered quickly bearing his overlarge teeth. A pair of sparkling eyes faced him
"Well… I'm Ticky and this is my place!" without hesitating he leapt, claws unsheathed, at Swift's partner.
"Stream!" Swift exclaimed already speeding toward his mate. He butted Ticky's flank causing him to collapse on the dark, dusty ground. The rogue tried to stagger to his paws only to be pinned by Swift who scratched his exposed underbelly with his rear legs. The Dark tabby bit the rogue's shoulder until he struggled from underneath Swift's greater weight. The mottled rogue sped, yowling, from the small dusty patch of grass.
"You must have been nuts to try taking me!" Swift spat before turning to his silver pelted mate. She stood with her eyes wide a mouth slightly open
"Surprised?" he purred; she smiled before leaping into a shadowed patch of dirty grass. She strode over with a small mouse clamped in her jaws
"Surprised?" she mewed in amusement through her mouthful of prey.
Both cats then padded through the broken fence to be swallowed by the darkness. Above a single star in Starclan glittered brighter then ever as if it was watching the two cats.
For Skyclan keeping their borders safe, kits fed and clan strong is hard enough but now starclan is throwing another prophecy into their lives. A prophecy that will effect skyclan and the group of loners that has strayed near their territory.

This is the first chapter of my fan fiction : Rise of Fire Clan
its set in the ravine with modern Sky Clan as they continue clan life after Firestar and Sandstorm left. Next chapter should be coming soon :w00t:


Tell me if I've made any mistakes (gramatical or otherwise); if you have any ideas on the names of loners, kittypets and rogues (they're hard to think of :/ ) or tell me what you like about it :)

Fanfiction, Swift, Stream and Ticky belong to me
warrior cats, Skyclan and all the skyclan cats belong to Erin Hunter.
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This was writon after I had played the 3ed Professor layton game.)

It was raining as Luke looked out the window of his home.

It had been some time since he had moved. Although he was happy, this place still did not feel like home. Sure, he had made some new friends here, but he stilled missed the ones he left, back in London.

It was not just the people that Luke missed. He missed the noise, the smells, the places, but most of all he missed Professor Hershel Layton.

As he lazily watched people outside, busily rushing to get out of the rain, moving place to place, he began to think about the last adventure he had with Layton, before his dad made them moved because of his job.

"Professah..." he sighed. Leaving Layton standing at the harbour, was to him the most difficult thing he had done so-far in his life. No, he knew that had to stop thinking about him, but it was a struggle.

When he was outside it was even harder to forget about Layton. As Luke would find something that would remind him of a puzzle, to which he would work out then and there. This he could not help, being the Professors number one apprentice. Upon completing it, Luke would then think of the Professor, with his brown jacket, orange shirt and of course the famous and yet familiar brown top hat with it's red ribbon, petting him on the head. Then he would hear the words; "Well done, Luke, my boy."

As Luke looked out the window, he spotted a man running down the street, holding what looked like a letter in his hand. This make Luke think, he been meaning to write a letter to the Professor, but he had nothing to say. Not like; "Today I stopped Mr So-and-so from destroying the town."

Life here seemed boring. There was no wild adventures, no mysteries, no Professor. It was just too quiet and just too normal.

Finally, Luke stepped away from the window. He could try and write a letter, but he didn't what to write to the Professor. He walked over to his desk, taking out some paper from the drawer.

"If I can't write to the Professah then who do I write too?" he asked himself, before going through a list of names of people he knew back in London. Then a name came to him. Just the one person he could write to, without the Professor knowing about it. Although he was not sure whether or not he would still be alive.

Taking up his seat, he set the paper in to his typewriter.

He began to smile, as the words started to flow on to the paper.

Dear, Older Luke,

I hope this letter sees you well.

I am sorry I haven't had the time to write to you sooner, but even though I have had a busy couple of years, I have had nothing to really say.

As you possibly know, from the address given, I no longer live in London.

My dad had got work out here, so we had to move. Yet I don't mind telling you that, I did not want to. I would have been happier staying in London, with you guys.

Don't get me wrong, the place looks nice here, but to me, it does not have the feeling that London dose.

How have you been over the years?

Have you had any word about when they're going to let you out?

I hope things are finally making a change for you.

If I recall, you where after a change of politics. Maybe you should come out here, when you get free, the rules are so different and yet a little the same.

I have not heard from Professor Layton in awhile, so I hope he is doing all right. Sadly, I cannot seem to find the words to write to him.

I know that when I left London, they where thinking of fixing that hole in the city and I was wondered if they have done so or not, as they still did not know what to do with the second London.

So if you know anything about it I would like to hear it, please.

I'm still at school, it is all right but as you well know, I would rather be out and about with the Professor, learning from him.

Talking of learning, I have sent you this puzzle, as I thought you would like it when I found it the other day.

I'm hoping to see you and the Professor again, as soon as I can get back to London, although the chances of that happening are slim at the moment.

Maybe I will see you all again in time, but please if you do get out do not say you're me, as I do not want to be arrested when, and if, I did get back.

Wish you all the best,

Little Luke Triton

He took the paper out of the typewriter and wrote his name within the space he left at the bottom.

A single tear fell. After all, he knew that he was writing to someone who was in prison.

Someone that he got to know a little about, from the last mystery he had been on with the Professor.

Luke then put the letter and puzzle in to an envelope.

Then he looked outside again. It had stopped raining.

So Luke quickly grabbed a stamp from the side, as well as his coat. He picked up the letter then headed out.

As he reached the post-box, Luke proceeded to slip the letter in to the opening.

He smiled as his fingers let go of it, as it fell on to the pile of other letters in the box, waiting for the post man.

"Speed your way to London, little letter and carry my love back there" he said, looking up and spotting some of his new friends.

It took a week for the letter to reach its destination.

A man, ten years older than Luke, sat in a cell reading it. Smiling to have word from the outside the world that had put him in there.

He mumbled to himself; "Little Luke, We will meet again, I promise."
Story Title: Luke's Letters
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship
Series: Professor Layton
Pairing(s): None
Character(s): Luke Triton, Clive Dove, Professor Layton
Summary: Luke writes a letter back to London.

Notes: My Thanks to *SamCyberCat for gonig thouth this for me.
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