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The Destiny

Ah, bad fanfictions. There are plenty of them- perhaps to many? Well, now there will be one more added to the collection! The Destiny is a purposefully terrible fanfiction, to see how badly I can write to appreciate my current skills. In the process of making this terrible, I won't be adding typos or grammar mistakes, just cliche(not necessarily bad if done right!) plots and terrible characters and so on and so forth.

"The best fanfiction ever!" said no one.

"Take it down!" screamed just about everyone in existence.

Twinklingkit is a talented, beautiful she-cat who is loved by most- if not all- around her. But what will happen if there is one who for some reason hates the amazingly stunning kit? As she climbs the rank in her Clan, will someone try and take her down?

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There once was a tom named Thunder. He was one of the greatest of the greats, and created the strong, respectful Clan ThunderClan.

Why, may I, the narrator, ask, is was he really that arrogant, that full of himself? Why name something after yourself when you could name it something cooler, like FalconClan? Well, I'd never think I'd say this, but as arrogant as they seem to deserve to be, making Clans and such, but this story is supposed to convince you that the absolute greatest of the greats is not Thunder, but a beautiful she-cat named Twinklingkit. Oh StarClan you can already taste the mary-sueness... if it's- I mean she is- a mary-sue.

Well, here is a forewarning as the narrator: this story is meant as practice for me. Don't expect typos, bad grammar and the "super long chapters" to be five hundred words long, but expect my attempt at stereotypical bad writing- mary-sues, tons of guys liking the main character, ect., ect..

But maybe I will reuse these characters- minus Twinklingkit and some adjustments...

Anyways, to the actual story!

StarClan gathered around a pool. A small shape was floating upwards. It was a beautiful kit, ready to be sent to a lucky mother. She truly was beautiful and special, a amazing future set out for her. But, it would take a lot of courage.

"Twinkling stars, gleaming stars, protector of Thunder," whispered a cat, awe-stricken by the kitten. The prophecy was one to be sent soon. Soon.

Meanwhile, in ThunderClan's nursery, a feathery she-cat was giving birth, her mate, a white chested brown tabby, crouched next to her, whispering encouragement. "Come on, Featherhawk, almost done, Lightningherb said you'd have two kits, this is your second one. C'mon, almost there!"

Featherhawk sighed in relief and looked at her blue-eyed mate. "Their adorable, right Leafleap?" she purred.

Leafleap nodded eagerly. "What should we name them?"

"How about the second one Brookkit?" Leafleap smiled.

"Perfect. How about the other one..." he trailed off. The first born kit was opening her eyes to reveal sparkling purple eyes. Leafleap sighed. She was beautiful, his daughter. "Twinklingkit?"

Featherhawk purred. "Perfectly perfect."

Leafleap smiled. "I'm glad. Now, you should rest."

A black she-cat had her moon-old kits tucked up and sleeping. "Yes, no more talking my kits are trying to sleep."

"Raventalon, still as bossy as you were as an apprentice?" Leafleap tsked as he turned away.

The final cat, a brown she-cat close to kitting, sighed. "You should try sleeping here every day with her."

Leafleap stifled a laugh as Raventalon scoffed. "Oh come on, Mothsea, you know I'm your best friend."

"Mkay, alright, whatever helps you sleep at night. StarClan knows I'd rather sleep in ShadowClan."

"That can be arranged," Raventalon mused. "ShadowClan... ShadowClan... do I know anyone in ShadowClan..."

Mothsea laughed lightly. "Raventalon, we both know you'd hate to see me go. You'd be so bored without me! Right Featherhawk?"

The three cats looked at Featherhawk, who was snoring lightly. "Okay, I think it's time for me to go." Leafleap purred, leaving.