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Based off a roleplay in WC-UE, or Warrior Cats. The Clans are a forgotten memory and now wild cats roam the land. Swirl is one of them. Swirl is a clumsy, adventurous, and very stubborn she who learns how to live with herself and her littermates. What will happen? (This is my first story, and it is unfinished. Keep in mind that I am a new writer and expect mistakes. Enjoy!)

I tried to steer my kits and I into the shelter of large rocks. The two beautiful she-cats mewed with hunger. Lightning striked, scaring them both. I yowled and a large wave took one away from me and across the river. I tried to reach out the grab her, but failed and she slipped away. Yowling, I picked up her remaining kit by the scruff and ran into the forest. Overfilled from grief, I slowed my pace down, finally safe. I saw an entrance, and set my kit there and ran.

Sage, is a therian who's mom is supportive of her therianthopthy, but her dad supports her quadrobics and doesn't know. She lives in the country but isn't allowed to the forest. It was a twisted story from the beginning, as at original school, she had no friends. She prefers to do quadrobics over talking and walking like everyone else. Her reputation: Being a furry. She is bullied every day. Life sucks for Sage..until she is invited somewhere. Where will she go? Will she go? How will it be afterwards? Who knows.

I've been confined to a graveyard for over 10 years. Stuck like a horse to its stall. The graveyard was filled to the brim with dull, forgotten gravestones. As the rain, like a pencil, dropped to the ground, the wind screamed through the air like a rollercoaster. An apple tree's bark slowly peeled off like an orange's skin. The tree I used to get fresh, juicy apples from. As Zeus's storm continued, I couldn't help but think about all the inventions I've managed to create. The rain collector for water, along with a purifier. I also managed to grow a farm using seeds. The beautiful, reliable moon was covered by the evil, dark clouds. The moon I once worshipped, the moon I once read stories too, like a mother to her child. One star shone, the star that represented hope. Hope that dimmed a long time ago. Then, a bright light shined through the locked and rusted gate.

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