Hello everyone! I'm going to be making short stories for anyone who requests it. I'll get through at least two or three every chapter if I can! I'll try to update once a week and if I can once a day.
Here is an example of my writing:
Brookpaw watched the warriors battle. They roared with fury, eyes flashing with loyalty to their Clan and hatred towards the enemies. However, the apprentice was horrified.
He jumped forward as something nudged his hindquarters, shock bursting through his body and jerking his ears forward.
"Let's go, Brookpaw! We don't have all day to kill these stupid CloudClan cats!" Brookpaw's mentor, Brambletip screamed before leaping over the apprentice, bursting into the battle himself to help out his Clanmates.
But Brookpaw didn't want to kill. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He watched claws rake down flanks, and teeth dig into scruffs. His limbs trembled before he turned around, gazing up at the sky for a few moments before deciding his fate. This life wasn't meant for him.
He sheathed his thorn-sharp claws before he took a step forward and began to run.
He ran to save himself.
He ran to save his fate.
Brookpaw sprinted into the shadows of the territory, avoiding trees that now came into his view. He veered to avoid them, his pelt brushing against the bark.
The apprentice could hear someone following him, and he felt anticipation as well as freedom overtake his quickly-beating heart.
Brookpaw sped up his pace, beginning to leap forward every few moments to get to wherever he was going quicker. He felt his heart skipping beats with excitement and ecstatic feelings. A small smile grew upon his face before he beamed at the sky, feeling StarClan spirits brush against him. The StarClan warriors that had also ran away from where they had been living to pursue their new destiny.
Soon, the brown and white apprentice came upon a river. No, that wasn't a river. It looked as if a path to destiny. Of course Brookpaw would have to take that path.
He pounced into it, feeling his paws hit the path to his destiny.
The tomcat felt himself being taken down all of a sudden. A hole in the path had opened, and he was falling from it before reaching a new path.
Brookpaw had then fallen down a waterfall, his claws dragging against the bottom of the river, dust being released because of him.
Water splashed before his mentor, that watched his apprentice being tugged down the waterfall before the young tomcat hit the bottom, and his side was cut open, crimson blood mixing into the river water and turning it into a deep red.
The path to his destiny had ended.