Echo in the Whispering Wind- Trouble is stressful, but Cleo's okay! :) Everything works out in the end! Or does it? Mwahahaha!
Unicorn Brownies- YAYYYY! XD
Snowcrystal of Thunderclan- Echo, and brownies beat you for the first reviews! XD that's unusual :D I like it too! It's really interesting that way! :)
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YES! Trystan is introduced! You guys get to meet my OC and personal pairing for Poppyfrost! The second half of this will be posted later! Maybe tomorrow! I have no idea when! XD I still have to right a Hollyleaves, Ivybreeze, and Honeynose moment each!
I won't be putting up any more chapters til after the seventeenth, there's a new season for one of the tv shows I like to watch coming out and I've been too excited to write that much! :D :D :)
Valentines Special
Who are you?...
Poppyclaw
Trystan Mathis- OC Talonclaw
Paige- 19 ½
Trystan- 20
Paige inwardly groaned as someone slammed into her shoulder, making her books tumble from her arms down onto the college building's floor. 'Starclan above! I'm going to be late!' She quickly knelt down and started picking up her books before being startled to find someone else crouch down as well and help her, scooping up the books rather easily and stacking them into a neat pile.
"Here, you can use my backpack if you'd like," The mystery guy said with a small smile, holding out the gray and black striped backpack, blazing green eyes kind, dark brown hair drifting in front of his face. The guy was tall, probably taller than Brendan but shorter than Leon with jade green eyes framed with forest green rimmed glasses and had messy dark brown hair brushed haphazardly so it stuck up in a wide variety of directions. He was wearing casual blue jeans rolled up at the bottom with a white t-shirt under a red plaid long sleeve with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, with a lean build like Leon. Paige stared at him for a few moments, having never seen him in her life before now. "I promise I don't bite, and neither does the backpack actually," the guy assured her, offering the backpack once again, "While it matches your clothing colors, it's not very fashionable, sorry. But hey! It smells like blueberries, that make up for it?"
Paige blinked and hesitantly took the offer, taking the backpack from him and loading her supplies into the bag with him handing her the items. "Th-thanks," She said awkwardly, getting to her feet and brushing her light brown hair away from her face, or what had escaped her messy braid.
"No problem," The guy smiled at her before offering a hand for her to shake, "My name's Trystan Mathis, what's yours?"
'That last name sound's familiar…' Paige thought before blinking and remembering to reply. "Oh, my name's Paige Lawson," She replied, shaking his hand before glancing at her watch and her eyes widened with panic, "Crap! My class is about to start!"
"What class do you have? I can tell the professor you dropped your books and I was helping you if you'd like," The guy smiled kindly matching her hurried pace, easily keeping up with his longer legs.
"You don't have to-" Paige said not wanting to be a bother.
"I want to," Trystan grinned at Paige, playfully winking at her, "Anything to help a pretty girl like yourself."
Paige blushed, 'He's cute, I have to give him that.' She weighed out her options and figured it couldn't hurt for him to come along and confirm her story. "I have Fashion design with Professor Weaver," She told him after a few moments, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Majoring in fashion?" Trystan asked curiously before his grin widened at her nod and faint blush, "Same here actually,"
Paige actually stopped and looked at him in surprise, it wasn't too common for a guy to major in anything fashion related. 'He's just full of surprises isn't he?' She thought as she continued walking with him to her next class, surprised to find she didn't mind his presence at all if anything she appreciated it.
Trystan held open the door for Paige as they reached the classroom and waved to the professor, "Hello Professor Weaver, sorry for interrupting your class," He said politely, "Paige had someone run into her in the hallway and dropped her books, please excuse her lateness."
"Alright," Professor Weaver told the other college student, "Take a seat Paige," He erased something and changed it on a clipboard, his attendance marks for the class. "Thank you for notifying me Trystan. Now," He got back into his lecture while Trystan winked at Paige and disappeared out of the door, closing it with a soft snap.
Paige's cheek was dusted with pink from his actions and as she pulled out her notebook for notes she couldn't help but wonder, 'What's wrong with me? I haven't felt this way since Brendan a few years ago.'
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Boredom Napping
Crystalfang
Cleo stretched out her legs, getting stiff from being curled in a ball for so long, 'I really should've gone easy on myself during those games yesterday, I hate being stiff.' A short grunt escaped her mouth as she stretched, a muscle in her upper left arm causing her pain.
Leroy turned his head to look at her, he was sitting next to her, watching reruns of a cartoon they had watched as kids, "You okay over there? He asked with a small amount of amusement, watching his friend attempt to stretch like a cat. They were in the same boat, stiff and sore after the sports games they each had yesterday, Leroy only had baseball and football while his friend had basketball, soccer, and baseball, the games had been right after one another, giving her less time to cool down before the next game. So they were both at Leroy's house, up in Leroy's room sitting on the huge beanbag he had and watching whatever had been on the tv while griping about the stiffness of their muscles. Cleo was over because she was supposed to go with Miles to their older sister's birthday party but could scarcely move a muscle let alone sit through a car ride then race her sister on a track for a relay they were doing. So Leroy had volunteered to watch over his miserable friend and here they were.
"No," Cleo grunted, managing to get into a half sitting up position without too much strain and pain. "Why do I play that many sports?" She complained feebly, already knowing his answer.
"Because you enjoy them," He replied with a hum, lazily circling one arm around her shoulders, golden blonde hair shining from the sunlight casting its way into the room.
"Meanie," Cleo grumbled before they both got the wind knocked out of them as Rix, Cleo's companion and service dog jumped up onto them, settling for a position halfway on their stomachs and laps across both of them. "Rix!" Cleo complained, pushing at her fluffy husky lab mix, "Get off you giant lump!" Rix just lifted his head and licked her face, tail thumping against the beanbag itself.
"He's not moving, you know that Cleo," Leroy chortled, leaning back to be laying on his back, his arms slipping off her shoulders, "He's too stubborn for that." He told her with amusement.
"Still, he's supposed to listen to me," Cleo grumbled, managing to mimic Leroy's position, laying on her back, his arm under her head like a pillow and half closing her eyes, relaxed."Rix, curtains." She mumbled and the big dog did as she asked, getting off the two teenagers to pull the curtains closed, dimming the room and making it easier for the two best friends to sleep. He then trotted back over and curled up at the foot of the beanbag, giving them their space.
"He's also your friend, friends don't always listen to you," Leroy told her, attempting to bug her by rolling onto his side and pushing her into that position as well.
"Hey!" Cleo complained, "I was just getting comfortable!"
"Stop whining," He rolled his eyes, looping one arm around her waist to pet Rix's ears, "Hey boy, blanket?" He asked and Rix got up once again, but this time he pulled a blanket off of Leroy's bed and over the teenagers, adjusting it to cover them both. Rix then laid down on the other side of the bean bag, next to his handler, his head under one of her hands. "Still uncomfortable?" Leroy asked almost smugly and didn't get a response from his friend, signaling she was already asleep. "Good boy Rix," Leroy praised the dog, rubbing his golden head and ears along with scratching his muzzle just under the chin before closing his eyes as well, deciding to follow his friend's lead.
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When Miles and Lixa arrived two hours later they were still asleep on the beanbag, Rix curled up near his handler, the two teenagers tucked under the blanket, dead to the world of the waking. Cleo had rolled over and was cuddled close to her friend, the blanket up over her head, one hand keeping it there, the other arm was behind her back, her hand resting on Rix's nose. Leroy hadn't moved beside having his head tilted down close to Cleo's auburn hair, and had one hand resting on Rix's flank.
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Briarfeather
Cynthia, Leon- 17
Holly, Jay, Bree- 17 ½
Bree was with Holly and Cynthia when she got Leon's call. "Bree?!"
"Hi, Leon! What's up?!"
"Jay hasn't come back from school, I think Dawn and Tyler got ahold of him!" Leon replied, his voice loud, panicked and worried.
The three girls exchanged looks and Bree quickly replied, sliding off her bed into her wheelchair and checking the straps, "I'm on my way with Cynthia and Holly, if they do have him you'll need help defending him!"
"I'll meet you at the school, don't dawdle!" Leon said before hanging up and Bree yanked open the door to her room and raced down the ramp that covered the stairs before bolting out the front door, Cynthia pulled ahead of her, staying out of her way but staying ahead to get there first with Leon.
'Why don't you listen to me?!' Bree mentally shouted to herself, wishing Jay had listened to her earlier. The school courtyard came into view and she put one more speed, pushing the wheels of her wheelchair as fast as possible. Leon had been correct, Dawn and her brother Tyler had gotten a hold of Jay, "Get away from him!" Bree shouted, getting their attention, amber eyes flashing with anger and worry.
"Leave my brother alone!" Holly yelled, green eyes worried about her brother.
"Hey! Gits! Leave Jay alone!" Cynthia shouted, blue eyes flashing hands clenching into fists.
"I will pound you two to the dirt if you don't leave me brother alone!" Leon roared as he caught up with the girls, amber eyes flashing, golden blonde hair messy and wet like he had fallen into the pool or something.
Holly stayed a little farther back as Leon and Cynthia chased off her idiots of cousins who belonged to the shadow part of the school, the two cousins howling with laughter as the two athletes chased them, apparently not noticing how they were catching up to them. Bree raced over to Jay, locking her wheelchair in place and leaning down enough so she could see his face, "Are you okay?!"
Jay looked up at her, one of his blind eyes was swelled shut, blood trickling down from his lip, he turned his head and spat out some blood, a scowl on his face, "I don't know, do I look healthy to you Bree?" He snapped sarcastically, heaving himself into a sitting position and visibly wincing.
"Now is not the time for sarcasm you blue jay!" Bree snapped back, a little frustrated with his attitude, she carefully prodded his ribs for any broken ones and found a few, judging by his low hiss of pain. For good measure and payback for his attitude she poked him a little roughly in a spot where she knew he had broken his ribs, "We need to get you to your aunt and patch up these ribs!"
"Ow! What was that for you crazy person?!" He said indignantly, narrowing his blind eyes in her direction.
"For being sarcastic when you got yourself beat up!" Bree replied, her voice frustrated and concerned.
"I'll be fine Bree," Jay says without any sarcasm, picking up on her concern and looking in her direction, his voice gruff but sincere. "Honest."
"You're not fine till I say so!" She said stubbornly, and with Holly's help, they got him to his feet.
"I can walk on my own," Jay grunted as his sister helped him walk Bree gave him a withering death glare that despite his nonexistent vision he could feel the warning and strength behind, so he went quiet, remembering how fierce his friend's temper could be.
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"Thanks," Jay grunted as Bree used a damp cloth to clean the blood on his chin and lower lip while he sat on the edge of the bathtub. Bree didn't say anything, focused on helping her friend. "I can do this you know," He muttered, blind eyes gazing vaguely in front of him.
"I know," Bree finally spoke after a deep breath, "but I want to make sure you're okay after Dawn attacking you." Her voice was devoid of her usual cheer and instead held concern for her best friend.
"Well, I'm probably worse off than she is," He grunted annoyedly, "Leon wouldn't hit a girl."
"Cindy was there, she got Dawn for you," Bree told him, leaning back against the back of her wheelchair and carefully folding up the cloth she was holding before rolling over to the bathroom sink and rinsing it out. Her lips twitched into a small smile, "Got her right in the face."
"Where?" He asked, sounding curious, a smirk spreading across his gruff features.
"Once in the eye, twice in the nose," Bree told him crisply, pretending not to care as she rolled back to him, amber eyes now gentle.
"Finally," Jay smirked, sightless blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction, his voice oozing with it. "I finally got revenge."
"Yes you did," a small smile spread across Bree's face and she dropped the other medical supplies into his hands, "If you want to do it on your own you can, just don't go off and be stupid again alright?"
"Leon's the stupid one, not me," Jay replied with his usual defensive attitude.
"You can be just as stupid Jay," Bree said matter of factly, her voice gentle and calm. She leaned forward and pressed a short kiss to his forehead, "Find me when you're finished okay?"
Jay blinked before replying, showing no reaction to the affection, "Alright Bree, if I have to."
"Thanks!" Bree smiled before rolling out of the room, leaving Jay to nurse his wounded pride and physical injuries.
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You are a prat Leon
(Fighting for Love With constant Hope)
Cinderblaze
Cynthia, Leon- 16
The medical wing door was thrown open and Leon paled slightly, he. Was. Dead. His partner strode determinedly into the room, her arms swinging at her sides, hands clenched into fists. Water dripped off her shoulder blade length black hair and clung to her clothing, and her blue eyes flashed dangerously. She strode right up to Leon, standing a few inches from him, her head tilted up to look up at him, "What do you have to say for yourself, Leon? It better be something good." The withering glare she was giving him made him want to cringe and go hide behind something, away from her menacing glare.
"I'm sorry?" He said weakly, having not planned on what to say.
"You make me keep Brendan from drowning in a lake and you just say you're sorry?" She asked, her voice dead calm, the calm before the storm.
"Uh, no, I shouldn't have pushed him off that building," Leon said quickly, trying to keep himself safe from her wrath, "and into the lake, I was being stupid." He replied, looking at his partner's wet face. She was royally ticked off at him, less than an hour ago he had pushed Brendan into the lake off of a seven story building and ended up getting ambushed moments later, making his partner who had been asleep back at their campsite up in a tall tree nearly have a panic attack and fall out of the tree, dislocating her wrist before having to go fetch Brendan from the lake before he drowned.
"Stupid?!" Cynthia snapped at him, her patience thinning, she had a headache, jumpy from dealing with Brendan at close quarters, and in a decent amount of pain. "That was something only a git (fool) could pull off!"
"Hey!" Leon snapped back, getting defensive, "I'm not a fool!"
"Pushing a guy who can't swim into a lake off of a seven-story building into a deep lake is something only a fool would do!" Cynthia retorted back, blue eyes flashing. Leah and Silvia ignored their argument, Leah setting Cynthia's wrist while Silvia wrapped a bandage around Leon's right arm where he had taken a knife to and Cynthia had refused to heal him. It was normal for the partners to yell at each other when they were injured, it happened every time, especially when Leon lost his patience and did something to someone else and put himself in more danger.
"I only pushed him because he was being a jerk!"
"So what?! Brendan's always a jerk!"
"He was saying bad things about you!" Leon snapped back, he was still mad at Brendan, he was sure what Brendan had said wasn't true, but it still bothered him.
"Almost everything that comes out of that git's mouth is pure bollocks, Leon! He was trying to goat you!"
"Well, I don't like having my partner being rumored about!"
"He's a bloke (guy) with no brains Leon! And I don't care what he's saying, he's a muppet! (idiotic person)"
"Well excuse me for being mad about him boasting about how he had snogged (deeper kissing) all three of the Lawson sisters!" Leon snapped at her using the British term so only she would understand, fuming while the two medics finished up and left to attend to the other injured warriors, "and that you enjoyed it!" Cynthia's blue eyes widened and she stayed silent, gesturing to him to follow before turning on her heel and leaving the medical wing in a foul mood, unable to believe that he had believed Brendan on something like that. Leon followed her, keeping silent as well, still fuming and eager to keep fighting with her, anything to get rid of his anger.
Cynthia lead them to their flat room facing him from where she was standing near one of the walls, scowling. "So you believed that git?" She asked him coolly, irritated at her partner's actions.
"I don't know!" Leon growled at her, "He's been trying to kiss you for weeks!"
Cynthia face palmed, the action making some of Leon's anger drain and he looked at her in confusion. "Starclan above, I swear I will kill that bloody bugger! (bad word)" She looked at him, blue eyes annoyed and exasperated, "Yes, Brendan managed to so call kiss me," she made air quotes and rolled her eyes, "He got me with an electrical taser and kissed me while I was stunned from the electricity, but he didn't snog me you prat! (Idiot) It didn't last even two seconds before I shoved him away and punched him in the nose!"
Leon looked reassured but asked her anyway, "You're sure?"
Cynthia rolled her eyes, walking over to him before she pulled him down by his collar and kissed him, non-verbally giving him her answer. She gave a verbal answer a few moments later, breaking apart to answer him, her breathing a little rough, "Yes, I'm sure Leo." She answered his question, blue eyes glittering.
"Good," Leon grinned, closing the gap again.
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I am still writing, it takes a lot of time to write these with all of the other stories I'm writing at the same time! and I'm really excited for the new season of Dragons Race To The Edge! :D I know I'm really really late to the 50 chapter milestone but I am writing the Great Battle Humanized! I promise! I have the beginning and end finished, now I just need the middle! :D If you're interested, here's a list of chapters and shorts that I'm in the middle of writing!
The Things Sisters Do For Eachother
Have the outline and first scenes written
The Great Battle Humanized beginning and ending written along with prophecy
Beginning and Ending written along with prophecy
Q & A With The Characters #2 I need more questions! But I have a few for a few of the characters
I need more questions! But I have a few for a few of the characters
What Am I supposed to do?! He Likes Me?!
Written up to when Paige freaks out
Guilt Ridden And Broken AU Sequel
Written up to Cynthia's panicked escape from school
Oh Brother, And I Mean It Literally
Written up to the scene where Holly face palms when Leon tells her what happened
The Contest Results, Leon Wins!
Missing three scenes, the rest is written
THEY LEFT US IN THE FOREST?! AU
Written kidnapping scenes, and when they wake up.
Boring Office Work, Welcome To The City Leon AU
Written up to Leon finding out about Holly's partner and head of the department of science and chemistry
Don't worry Paige, It'll Work Out
written up to Cynthia and Honey comforting her sister and trying to reassure her
Meet Trystan, The Guy Whose Been In The Background For Years
Written up to where Trystan reveals that he is Fin and Isa's older brother
Holly, you do not want to be me, seriously. You don't.
Written up to Cynthia telling her friend she was lucky before sprinting down the stairs to find her son