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| 08 Feb 2013 06:58 PM |
Chapter 1 Yellowkit woke up to the medicine cat, Spottedpelt. She jumped out of her moss bed and ran to the camp entrance. "Soon I'll go out there!!" Yellowkit purred. "Did you loose count? That is where you will be going today silly!" Spottedpelt giggled. Yellowkit and Spottedpelt ran to the highrock to greet Redstar. "Sorry we're late," Spottedpelt mumbled, picking the kit up by her scruff. "Don't forget me!" Silverkit came rushing out into the highrock area with moss around her pelt. The two sisters ran to Redstar, their father. "My two little kits-" Redstar started. "We are big!" They hissed at the same time. "My 'big' kits are turning into Apprentices as we all know. Our first kit earning her mentor will be Yellowkit, turning into Yellowpaw with the mentor Whitewing. Silverkit will be named Silverpaw with the mentor Lilystone" She leader said proudly. The littermates and the mentors ran out to the forest to train. |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:00 PM |
| *stabs OP with a giant scythe* |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:03 PM |
| If I say no, can you handle the rest of the day? |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:30 PM |
| Say yes or I'll eat you >:D |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:32 PM |
What a stupid threat.
You cant change our opinions in the most autistic way possible.
"LOLIMSORANDOM" |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:32 PM |
*suddenly turns into an unlit bomb*
No. |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:36 PM |
not sure if OP is
A) dumb
B) autistic
C) just a plain stupid OD'er |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:38 PM |
| You are mean. Well... I hate you nubs :D Yus. I am a Randomie :D |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:39 PM |
| Idc if you hate'n on my awesome story :D |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:40 PM |
| Well then, I'm the Grim Reaper. So, I think I'm not going to take your soul because it isn't good enough for the Grim Reaper. |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:41 PM |
The fact you give yourself the handle of "Randomie" makes me want to shoot myself. But I dont have a gun on hand right now. |
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:42 PM |
You call that a story, one of my old sort of plot things fit into a dialog setting does better than that:
Infinitus
They say that you can hold a world in the palm of your hands. Such a phrase had no literal meaning to me, until I held one in my hands. A world of people that seemingly never notice or see the stars at night. I see the stars of course. I am on an actual planet and not one made of some type of material I have never heard of or seen. Maybe it is something yet to discover. So many questions, so much to tell from this little sphere. I'll just describe the thing, so you can actually picture it. Infinitus is a sphere of course, except it is pure white and it always seems to attract your attention, always seeking your attention until your gaze is directed upon it. It has no flaws on the surface, but I cannot say the same for the inside right now. I haven't been in it. Yet. The world of New Albion, by which I really mean the tiny sliver of a world called Albion. It is only a little section of a coast that is rough at one point with cliffs and jagged rocks on the end. One little section has a rounded curve, almost like a circle jetting out towards the endless ocean. I always enjoyed that one place, yet it holds so much more in our history. Several people have been murdered by the sword, by words, and by themselves by falling onto the rocks below. I stand upon it right now; in fact, it is quite windy as I hold Infinitus in the palm of my right hand. There is a person whom "maintains" the prison, but I know something else does. It always moves in my hands and always wants to fall to the ground for some reason. Our world outside Infinitus was never safe. One ruling family is all we have left and some noble families that exclude new technologies from our inventors. Perhaps if the only city would actually begin to use that technology, we would have more than one ruling family and more than just one city. There are numerous threats against the ruling family by some rebels called "The Golden Eagles" whom apparently watch everyone.
Enough talk, I shall adventure into this cube of wonders and excitement. I will finally see the enjoyment of what I seek.
Lies, all of them lies! I thought to see a paradise full of lush life and a prospering society. All I got was a stolen carriage and a mechanical spider for a pet. (By pet I mean that it almost ate me.) I made my house upon a tower full of books; Books about people and a new book about myself that seemingly fills itself with infomation. So interesting, yet I see my assumption about this place being alive was correct. It watches every place except here. People walk around, half machine with machinery visible and sometimes not. Sometimes they are even part animal. Bodies disapear within hours of a death. I do not want to know where they goes or how they go to use. Some say the souls of the people are carried off into the world itself. People are not prospering here. They are suffering. They make the world outside look better and far much more than this. People live in cells and form gangs in the massive prison complex in one of the areas that never change like mine. Other parts always change like the books inside my tower. Paths are always changing until you are lost. People want to get out of this place, but they don't know how because the first people who tried are already dead. Did I mention it has been years since I first entered? Silly me, I seem to forget that my age is increasing along with the real world. Its just that the knowledge of technologies here fascinates me. It is far greater than the ones outside. Everything used is rusted and broken down. There are no cities in this world, only towns. There is no organized government except the gangs themselves which I am quite afraid of. Towns are yet able to defend themselves. Maybe the prison does something to protect sometimes.
I am the only man to venture from the outside and to the inside. I am Melliance, one person in two far different worlds.
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| 08 Feb 2013 07:42 PM |
| Even my plot was not made to be an actual story and yet I think now that it suprisingly beat this. Suprise? |
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