A/N: Here are some stories I came up with but can't write, review to have one. First to ask for a story has it, but has to give me credits for the story.
Story 1: Ember, The Wings of Fire.
Summary: I smiled at him, feeling like I could fly, rise up to the clouds and never come down. And maye I really could. My fur, my name, my eyes didn't matter anymore, we were together. But when I trusted him, I walked right in the arms of death. (a bit crappy you can change it.)
Plot: Emberkit is an odd yellow with white paws and mismatched eyes, one blue, one green. Every mocks her for her appearence and her name. Desperate for a friend, and unaware of the prothecy concerning her, she meets an unknown tom at the border and puts all her trust and love in him. Caught in her relationship with a tom who uses her, she doesn't see the danger until it's too late. But they didn't expect her to fly.
Story 2: We Didn't Start the Fire
Summary: That night I ran like wind itself, happyness and glee running through my veins. I was free, free to love, free to live, free to be myself. But it had a price.
We had to watch them burn.
Plot: Lionblaze never stopped meeting with Heathertail, and ran away with her as a young warrior, wanting to love without beeing judged. But as their feeling grow even stronger the clans are doomed without his power. Whitewing dies in a fight before giving birth to Dovewing, Breezepelt is killed by his father and goes to Starclan, Jawfeather trains in the dark forest, Brambleclaw brutally murders Firestar with Squirrelflight, Leafpool goes insane and the dying Leopardstar rips her clan apart. With none of the Three willing to help Starclan, will Lionblaze and Heathertail be able to save the clans before they turn to ashes or will they turn their back to their past?
Story 3: The Curse (Taken by Huntress of the Sacred Dreams)
Summary: White like the purest snow, drowned in thick drops of scarlet. The once beautiful blue eyes glazed by the veil of death. What should stay hidden slips out of the body in sickening rivers of flesh as the scent of putrefaction clouds around. She is not dead, but she is not alive anymore. (you can change it)
Plot: Ether was once a clan cat, until the medecine cat of her clan curses her. He thought of it as a joke and didn't expect her to be really cursed, but she did. Ether, once Whispercall, cannot die anymore, each full moon she comes back to life if she 'died'. As the curse reveals her most cruel instincts, Ether turns her whole life on one thing: Revenge. Revenge against the one who cursed her, revenge against her clan who cast her out. But how can they fight someone who cannot die?
This story normally revolves around very dark stuff, so try to make is so.
If you request for one please don't forget to give me credits when you write it.
