what's 4th person? haha

I write in mostly fantasy, but I have taken a stab at real life. I also do poems (dunno if it's a writing genre)

I usually write in 1st or 3rd person. :P

Eh, money? I don't have a set one...

Example of your work:

Frostwing padded slowly into the Medicine Cat's den. "How is he?" she asked wearily, her head hanging down. "I'm sorry to say this but he's getting worse." Murmured Pebbletail, turning towards Frostwing. “He’s slowly getting weaker. I can stop the pain but nothing more. I’m sorry Frostwing.” At that moment, Jaggedstar groaned and lifted his head. “Frostwing, Are you there?” he asked, his voice quiet and feeble. Frostwing leapt up and curled up beside Jaggedstar, her nose touching his back. “Shush my dear, I am here.” She whispered quietly into his ear, knowing he would not see the next dawn.

Bramblekit snarled playfully at Leafkit. “You can’t me!” he meowed happily. “I’m Jaggedstar, the leader of Duskclan! I can beat you any day.” Leafkit leapt at him and knocked him over. Grappling playfully, the two didn’t notice Thorntail and bumped into him. “Watch it!” he snarled angrily, his fur fluffing up in anger. “I have enough to do with Jaggedstar sick without you kits bothering me!” Bramblekit and Leafkit cowered away from him and ran to their mother, burrowing under her belly, squeaking in fright. “Hush! They didn’t mean it Thorntail! Stop being so grumpy.” Scolded their mother Ashfur. Thorntail growled grumpily and stalked off. “It’s ok kits, he didn’t mean it.” Meowed Ashfur soothingly. The two kits soon resumed their playful acts, jumping about and tackling each other, kicking up dust and dirt.

As sunhigh came, Frostwing blinked open her eyes and looked at Jaggedstar. His breaths were coming rapidly, as if he couldn’t breathe properly. “Pebbletail? Where are you, I think something’s wrong with Jaggedstar!” Pebbletail looked out from behind the lichen curtain cutting his den off from the main Medicine cat area. “What’s wrong?” he asked in surprise, running towards the two. He stopped and pressed his ear to Jaggedstar’s flank. “He’s losing his last life. He will be with Starclan soon.” Murmured Pebbletail, the happiness draining from his eyes. Frostwing wailed loudly. “No! Jaggedstar, please don’t leave me!” she pressed her nose to his flank as Jaggedstar whispered his last words. “Don’t worry Frostwing. I will see you in Starclan someday.”

Thorntail padded up to Blackstripe. “I want you Heatherpaw, Mosstail and Thrushfeather to do a patrol of Swiftclan’s border. If there is anything odd, report back immediately. Don’t start any fight’s with the cats.” He finished sternly. “I don’t want trouble, seeing as Jaggedstar is so sick with greencough.” Blackstripe stretched and walked over to Mosstail and her apprentice Heatherpaw. “Come on. Thorntail wants us to patrol Swiftclan’s border.

Blackstripe, Heatherpaw and Mosstail slowly padded up the line of trees marking the border to Swiftclan. “What can you scent?” asked Mosstail quietly. Heatherpaw stopped and twitched her tail. “Umm, I can scent fox but it’s a couple of days old and wait!” she walked slowly over to a tree a couple of fox lengths into Duskclan’s territory and sniffed it experimentally. “This has Swiftclan scent all over it!” she meowed excitedly. Blackstripe hissed; his claws unsheathing. “What! That can’t be possible.” He growled angrily. He stalked up to the tree and sniffed it carefully. “Your right Heatherpaw, we have to tell Thorntail now.” He turned towards camp and signaled with his tail that they should follow.

Bramblekit turned and watched as the Blackstripe, Mosstail and Heatherpaw ran into camp. “What’s the matter?” he asked Ashfur. “I’m not sure. Let me ask Thorntail.” She got up and walked towards Thorntail. She prodded him with her paw, “What’s going on. Did Swiftclan do something?” she said. Thorntail turned. He grunted, “Yes, it’s Swiftclan again. They decided to further their boundaries. They actually had the nerve to mark the border a couple of fox lengths in! And how did they know that Jaggedstar was sick? They wouldn’t have dared to if it were not for that!” he said, a worried note creeping into his voice. Ashfur stood quietly for a moment before answering. “I will tell Frostwing the news. She would want to know.” Ashfur padded away to the Medicine Cat’s den.

Frostwing looked up as Ashfur walked in, her eyes dull with sadness. “What is it Ashfur? Is anything the matter?” Ashfur glanced at Jaggedstar lying in his nest. “Is he alright?” she asked in concern. She then shook her head, muttering, “Swiftclan is pushing the borders, I think they found out about Jaggedstar.” Frostwing stared at her in surprise. “That can’t be! Mousedung, now they won’t leave us alone!” Pebbletail padded in, “What’s the matter? Is it Swiftclan again?” he asked while he began to clean up the den. Ashfur nodded, “Yes, they found out about Jaggedstar. How, only Starclan knows.” Jaggedstar lifted his head and rasped out, “They know because Thorntail told him! He wants to join Duskclan with Swiftclan once I die.” He paused to rest and continued. “And that will be soon, I am growing weaker by the heartbeat and Thorntail will be leader. Before that I need to name a new deputy. Can you fetch Mosstail for me Ashfur?” Ashfur nodded in astoundment. “Of course Jaggedstar. I will at once.” She walked out and to the warriors den.

Mosstail yawned, her body aching after the training session with Heatherpaw. She was really turning into a wonderful fighter and hunter. She thought tiredly. She turned at the sound of Ashfur walking in. “Yes? I’m very tired so make it quick please.” She murmured quietly. Ashfur nodded, “Of course, but Jaggedstar wants to see you. He says it’s important.” Mosstail followed Ashfur to the Medicine Cat’s den and walked in. She blinked her eyes to accustom herself to the darkness and padded closer to Jaggedstar. “You wanted me Jaggedstar?” she asked, curious about his demand.

Jaggedstar waved his tail slightly at Pebbletail, silently asking him to come over. He whispered something in Pebbletail’s ear and Pebbletail nodded. “Of course you can.” He confirmed. Jaggedstar’s broken and battered body ached as he turned his head to Mosstail. “I need you to be the leader of Duskclan.” He said simply. “What! But…” Jaggedstar pressed his tail to her mouth. “No buts, I need you to be leader when I am gone. Thorntail is a fine deputy but what he wants for the clan is not enough. You would understand better what to do.” He closed his eyes and whispered in her ear. “I name you, Mosstail as the new deputy of Duskclan. May you be fair and loyal to all cats of Duskclan.” Mosstail shivered at the honor of being deputy. She had never imagined this in her entire life! “Thank you Jaggedstar. I will do my best to help Duskclan.” She murmured back.

 Thorntail hissed as he overheard what Jaggedstar had said. “You will only be leader over my dead body Mosstail, and I won’t let that happen!” He stalked off into the warrior’s den and lay down in his nest. He closed his eyes, thinking of ways to drive Mosstail away so that he may be Leader. His eye’s drooped lower as he lay there, until he was asleep, dreaming of fantasies where he was leader of the forest. “Thorntail, Thorntail.” Whispered Heatherpaw. “Jaggedstar’s gonna make an announcement now! He said you can’t miss it.” She said, jabbing him with her paw. Thorntail muttered grumpily and stood up, licking scraps of bracken off his fur. “I’m coming, run along now Heatherpaw.” He said angrily. He stomped heavily past Heatherpaw, shoving her out of the way to sit underneath the rock. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting.” Yowled Jaggedstar. “I have news concerning every cat in this clan. As you know, I have not long to live and I proclaim Mosstail as my new deputy.” Surprised whispers filled the clearing as cats muttered among themselves. “Thorntail is able but he would not be the right leader for Duskclan. Mosstail, do you accept the duty of being deputy?” Mosstail quivered, her body shaking as she whispered, “Yes, I will serve Duskclan with all that I have.” Jaggedstar nodded in approval and continued. “Then I name you Mosstail, deputy of Duskclan!” The cats began to cheer and yowl as Mosstail bent her head and licked Jaggedstar’s shoulder. “Thank you.” She murmured.

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Chapter 1

 

Willow walked down the street; it was a dark and gloomy night and rain was lashing down, causing anything it touched to become soaked. The clouds covering the moon cast shadows over the pavement, making strange nonsensical patterns. She hurried forwards, hunched slightly to keep herself warm as she neared the end of the street. At the end was only a brick wall, worn and crumbling after years of abuse. She paused in front of the wall and tapped it thrice; once to the north, once to the south and once to the west. The wall slid smoothly to the side, revealing a small wooden door. She placed her hand on the door and pushed, causing it to slide open. The effect was instantaneous, bright light spilling from the opening.

Willow paused at the threshold, making a strange symbol over her heart. It was comprised of taking the first two fingers and pressing it to your heart. Then the hand was pushed out, making the two fingers point over the threshold. No black magick here, she thought. Stepping forwards, Willow surveyed her surroundings; a couple of tables set to the right, a bar in front of her and a stage on the left side of the room, taken up by a pair of Tunghsen; fiddlers. They were playing furiously, the sound hectic and fast-paced. She pulled her cloak around herself as she neared the bar. “What can I do for you missy?” asked the large and boisterous barman. “I’m fine thank you,” Murmured Willow softly. “I’m just waiting for a friend to come.” The barman nodded and turned to continue cleaning his tankards. “Just let me know if you need anything.” Willow nodded and leaned back, resting her head on the back of the chair.

When will Ammorack come? She wondered in her mind. Just as she thought this, the door re-opened, revealing a tall hooded figure. The person crossed the floor in a few large strides and sat next to Willow. “So you came.” She said contemptuously. The figure nodded slightly and pulled down its hood, showing a proud face lined age. “Yes,” He whispered in a deep voice. “I have what you asked of; the payment for your service, though it may not be to your liking.” Willow allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. “Thank you Ammorack, may Truennuu be kind to you. I think the payment will be fine though.” Ammorack laughed mirthlessly. “It was all I could do. You earned it many times over.” He said this while pulling out a small sack, colored a deep indigo. “For you m’lady.” He said, bowing slightly before disappearing back into the raging storm.

 Willow hefted the sack in her palm, wondering what he had given her. He had kept the nature of the payment secret, making her *censored*ume it was most likely that it wasn’t money. It was heavy and round; there was no sound of clinking coins to be heard. She tucked it into her belt and went up stairs to her bedroom. She placed her hand on the door and muttered an incantation.

G’tresh muy vanning

Comhora dooan muy veran

Teblea uva muy doshin

The door flashed brightly before fading and it clicked open. Better to be safe than sorry. She thought as she entered the now unlocked room. It was spacious and simple, being only few pieces of furniture; a small bed, a bed stand, a desk, a wardrobe and her most prized possession, a small inlayed casket decorated with Ungisle, a precious metal that originated from the northern mines. She sat on the bed, making sure to close the door and relock it before doing so, and pulled out the sack. Now that it was in brighter light, she could see the intricate designs covering the pouch. They look like dragons. She mused as she felt the sack. Finally, she pulled the drawstring open and turned it over.

 

Chapter 2

 And out fell a small round stone. Willow snorted in disgust but refrained from tossing it away. Usually, Ammorack’s payments were unusual but valuable. She still wasn’t sure she could sell it for much but one she had learned was to never underestimate Ammorack. Never. She felt the small stone, slightly surprised at its smoothness. It felt satiny and soft, like silk. It was perfectly round, showing no blemishes or dimples upon its surface. Willow marveled at the feel and was even more astonished at its coloring. It was a deep indigo, like the color of a mystical sea. The stone was imprinted with small black delicate patterns depicting dragons flying and swooping on its blue surface. Willow wasn’t yet sure what it was or even what use it could have but it was certainly beautiful; something about this stone compelled her to keep it. “I might as well keep it,” she thought aloud, “It might come in handy.” She placed it on her bed stand, watching the light reflect off the surface.

the sensored word was G R A S S like the green thing on the ground