HoneyLeafs story PART 1Hi, Im HoneyKit, my mother MerryFoot is my sister's mentor. my sister is MudPaw. She is gray and brown and a very kind and heart warming cat. I live in WoodClan. My dad, BrokenClaw. is the Deputy's son, The Deputy is TwigFur. He may be old, but he is the best hunter i've ever seen.As i was padding back to the nursery, i saw just out side of camp, mother storm out of camp with furry in her eyes. Dad followed close behind spitting and hissing at her. She tried to ignore him but was impossible. I told the events to DandilionFur, the Gold and White Queen. She told me that MerryFoot and BrokenClaw were fighting because of the new Deputy soon. Twigfur had greencough and was old anyway. "why are they fighting? MapleStar will have to chose the next deputy anyway!" i cried. Maplestar is our clan leader. She was a rouge before and taken in. Now she is leading the clan. "Shhhh, don't worry they are just angry because MerryFoot thinks he is going to die for with his old status it is unlikely for
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STORYA young woman named Derpina loved making art, and practiced Scribbling all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical LAZORBEAMS, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Seattle, and a portrait of Miley Cyrus that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby eraser for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Scribbling to create the most beautiful deviation depicting mail scooting anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, eraser!"