I had been writing a long, long time ago. Some of them were fanfics (barely any), and most of them were random stories I made up on the spot. Some were boredom survival guides and still most of them were diaries and journals. Yeah, we're gonna be reading my diary... *cracks knuckles*
The point is, we're gonna be reviewing all of them. Well, as much as I could scavenge, anyways. I never finished any story, although I got close to doing that one time... unfortunately, it was written on binder paper and remains lost to this day. Mostly, I'm excited. I've never seen anyone do this type of thing before.
One of them was actually a warrior's fanfiction, but just in case, here is a filler story. It's called Story of My Life, and no, it's not related to the song.
My whole life, I had been hoping. Wishing, dreaming. Hoping. Hoping that my mother would be proud of me and say, "Here's my kit... she's gorgeous, isn't she? Got warrior spirit from the moment she was born..."
When I was an apprentice, I wanted to become a great warrior, serving my clan in duties and that I would be respected, admired, a role model; someone who would be recognized as an important figure in our history.
When I became a warrior, I was a proud little she-cat. Tail up, head straight, tall poseur. Now I wanted to be a senior warrior; from the time I was just a little kit, I wanted to be different. I wanted to be special!
I shot up the ranks quickly. From senior warrior to mentor, from mentor to deputy. Then one day, Dewstar died. I- I was overjoyed, even after I kept reminding myself that it was supposed to be a sad time. But it didn't matter. I would finally be a leader!
Now, I had my eyes set on the forest.