This is the worst story, and possibly the weirdest to be ever told. Prepare to be amazed.
I dunno why I did this. I was terribly bored. I might make this into a full story... Somehow...
Once upon a time, in the magical and wonderful land of the Clans, where warriors clashed in battle and the apprentices trained, day and night to be the very best, and the kits played all day in the light of the full sunshine, there was a she-cat. She stared into the puddle below her at her paws, formed by yesterday's rain.
Twilightshadow straightened her shoulders. Her dark midnight blue pelt, like the sky on a starry evening, shone in the sunlight and gleamed, showing off her pure white muzzle, as if a gentle layer of snow had befallen on her chest, the snowflakes dancing across her shining fur; her russet-colored belly was like the one of a fox itself, and she was just as deadly. Twilightshadow flexed her muscles, and her black tail, like the heart of obsidian, with the silver-flecked tip of it, which was flashing like the moon rising above the beautiful mountain peeks. There was a star-shaped indent, right on her forehead, and she beamed when she thought of it, her teeth shining each more deadly than the one next to it. The star was a rich, velvety purple, and there was also a frosting of pink on it, pink like the last dying glows of sunset. Twilightshadow's dark bracken golden paws pattered on the pathetic ground below. Her long ebony claws were aching to be unsheathed, and there were circle-like dark amber rings around her legs. Of course, amber, that was her favorite color. The color of fire. Her long, elegant whiskers twitched, and she saw her gorgeous ear markings, like auburn leaves dancing before a fireplace. Twilightshadow's eyes, oh, her eyes, were like cold ice blocks themselves, but large marbles at the same time, its gaze hypnotizing. They went round and round, and would chill you to the bone.
"Twilightshadow," there came a voice behind her.
"It's time for battle."