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Mistleheart

aka Misty

  • I live in your face
  • I was born on December 27
  • My occupation is yelling at you
  • I am awesome


Welcome!

This is my message wall. Here you can ask me questions, but don't expect me to give an answer, as I am obviously not an admin. Please don't post excessive stuff on my message wall. Don't be rude to me either, anyone should understand that. That's about it, so don't forget to not provoke me. Booo

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  • I'm done with Chapter 11, and there's a cliffhanger.

    Have you posted Chap 10 on the Blog yet?

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  • Heya I'm done with Chapter 11. There's a cliffhanger.

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  • I'M SO SORRY MISTLE FOR ABANDONING AFTER NIGHTFALL I WAS ON VACATION AND THE HOTEL DIDN'T HAVE ANY WIFI SO REALLY SORRY I'LL TRY TO FINISH THE CHAPTER UP SOON.

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  • MISTLE(CORN)TOE, YOU JOINED THE WIKI ON MY BIRTHDAY :O

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  • the girl reading this is kind and I'm proud of her. Please help her live life to the fullest and bless her in her chosen field. Now, you're on the clock. In 9 minutes something will make you happy. Please share this with 15 girls you love. Remember,only for girls. If I don't get this back I'm obviously not a close friend. Now, I have a game for you, it's been played since 1977. Once you read this, you have to send it to 15 people. Your next 5 days will be like this: Day 1 - you will wake up to the biggest shock of your life. Day 2 - you will cross paths with an old friend you have missed. Day 3 - you will find yourself with a lot of money. Day 4 - your day will be perfect. Day 5 - the person u like the most in your life will spend lots of time with you. If you don't forward this, your next 5 days will be the exact opposite.♣♣♣ Don't break this.♠♠♠ Send it to 15 friends in 10 minutes. It's not that hard. Whoever sent this to you must care about you.㵉 No group chats 😀

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    • Hi

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    • Anyway, I'll just send that back because I read that.

      the girl reading this is kind and I'm proud of her. Please help her live life to the fullest and bless her in her chosen field. Now, you're on the clock. In 9 minutes something will make you happy. Please share this with 15 girls you love. Remember,only for girls. If I don't get this back I'm obviously not a close friend. Now, I have a game for you, it's been played since 1977. Once you read this, you have to send it to 15 people. Your next 5 days will be like this: Day 1 - you will wake up to the biggest shock of your life. Day 2 - you will cross paths with an old friend you have missed. Day 3 - you will find yourself with a lot of money. Day 4 - your day will be perfect. Day 5 - the person u like the most in your life will spend lots of time with you. If you don't forward this, your next 5 days will be the exact opposite.♣♣♣ Don't break this.♠♠♠ Send it to 15 friends in 10 minutes. It's not that hard. Whoever sent this to you must care about you.㵉 No group chats 😀


      Also grammar

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    • Oh well.

      I didn't create it.

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    • I know.

      Also I hate chain mail

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  • You know who I'm talking about ;o

    Shadekit and Falconkit were signed up without a mother, so, in order to not have motherless kits running amok in the Clans, can you pick a queen to take care of them?

    Please let me know of your decision as soon as possible.

    I sound way too fancy.

    On a side note, have a nice day!

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  • Don't post Chap 6 yet, I need to post Chap 5.

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  • I finished Chapter 3 of After Nightfall. It's not very good, but can I post it on BlogClan?

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  • Jayfeather's pelt spiked as he heard the familiar yowl of Tigerstar slice through the silence. He could sense the sudden terror hanging in the chilly leaf-bare air, and when he pricked his ears, he heard the senior warriors and kits alike murmuring fearfully as the Clans prepared for the reaping. Jayfeather shuddered, wondering which six of his Clanmates would be selected this season to participate in the deadly Hunger Games.

    Even I can be chosen, the medicine cat reminded himself. Perhaps I should worry about myself.

    A tail-tip brushed against the skinny gray tabby tom's side, and he turned to breathe in the forest-tainted scent of his sister, Hollyleaf. "Hurry," the slender she-cat meowed quietly. "The reaping is already about to begin."

    For a moment, Jayfeather was impressed by his sister's calm, steady words. Then, he inhaled in her sharp fear-scent, and he realized Hollyleaf was as frightened as everyone else.

    The medicine cat nodded numbly and followed Hollyleaf into the throng of gathered warriors. He settled down between his sister and Tawnypelt, tilting his muzzle attentively toward where Tigerstar sat. Jayfeather sensed the tom's glare burning into pelt, and he shifted his paws nervously. Have I been chosen?

    Jayfeather glanced away. A blind medicine cat would stand no chance in the Hunger Games - if he was indeed one of the chosen, he was certain he'd be one of the first to fall. If I die, I'll die fighting! The thought wasn't a comforting or reassuring one.

    He recalled the previous season's ferocious game. Leafpool is gone, like so many of my Clanmates. I must accept the truth - we could all be killed the next day. Everyone here could all be dead.

    "Welcome, now that we are all here." Tigerstar's scornful words were edged with contempt. His voice jerker Jayfeather back to the present. Beside the medicine cat, Hollyleaf bristled, her thick fur prickling. Tawnypelt gazed at her father with defiance in her stare, but Jayfeather noticed her contradicting anxiety.

    Jayfeather's sharp ears caught a grumble from a she-cat standing beside Tigerstar. Mapleshade. He recognized the warrior's dank, stinking stench immediately. What's she doing there, with Tigerstar?

    Tigerstar continued speaking, his voice a low rumble. "As you all might know, it is time for the reaping for this leaf-bare's Hunger Games."

    Jayfeather swallowed. "As if any of us don't," he remarked sarcastically, but his heart was pounding.

    If Tigerstar heard the gray tabby tom over the murmuring of the assembled cats, he ignored it.

    "Last night," the cruel tom started formally, "we chose this season's participants - at random, of course."

    Jayfeather couldn't help but twitch his ear-tips suspiciously. His paws were ice-cold, not only because of the frost covering the ground, but from his apprehension. The gray tabby frowned at Tigerstar as he stood, blazing eyes sweeping across the shadowed clearing. "Shall we begin with WindClan first?"

    Jayfeather instinctively glanced at Hollyleaf in surprise. The slender she-cat leaned closer to the medicine cat and grunted, "He normally begins with ThunderClan. I don't know what's been on his mind these few days, but I'm certain his plans aren't pleasant."

    Jayfeather nodded in agreement, his unsheathed claws sinking onto the earth. It's difficult to believe that Tigerstar isn't concocting a wicked plan of his own, he mused.

    Tigerstar's announcement sliced through Jayfeather's wandering thoughts. "The six WindClan tributes are Heathertail, Sedgewhisker, Sunstrike, Deadfoot, Swiftfoot, and Leaftail!"

    Jayfeather watched helplessly as the six unfortunate warriors were shoved forward by a mangy Dark Forest tom, toward the base of the colossal boulder Tigerstar was perched upon. None of their friends and family dared to speak; even the bravest warrior was too daunted by Tigerstar to gather the courage to argue.

    Would I speak up for my friends and family? Jayfeather found himself wondering.

    Mapleshade's cold eyes swept over the petrified warriors like the a leaf-barr wind. "The fortunate RiverClan tributes are Rainflower, Icewing, Lakeheart, Appledusk, Oakheart, and Stonefur."

    Five of the strong, sleek-furred warriors cringed away from the mangy Dark Forest tom and sprang to the base of the boulder. They would be a challenge if I were in the Hunger Games.

    The she-cat named Icewing murmured to a brown tabby who had stood, panic rippling from her striped fur. "Don't worry, Duskfur; I'll be fine." Although her words were reassuring, her voice was hollow and despairing. Then she, too, bounded to the boulder to join her Clanmates.

    Jayfeather averted his attention to Tigerstar as the Dark Forest tom rumbled, "If you're quite finished with your insolent squabbling..."

    The conversation faded almost instantly. Jayfeather flinched away from Hollyleaf, aware of how easily his Clanmates had been silenced. If my Clan is this scared of Tigerstar, will we ever win the Hunger Games?

    "The ShadowClan tributes will be Dawnpelt, Russetfur, Tawnypelt, Crowfrost, Flintfang, and Puddleshine!"

    The muttering that had ceased moments ago bloomed again now; Bramblestar darted to his sister, his amber eyes wide with fear. "Tawnypelt, you'll be killed!" His voice was a low hiss, but Jayfeather's acute hearing caught it.

    "Bramblestar, you must accept that you might never see your sister again."

    Dovewing? Why would she tell Bramblestar such a cruel truth? Yet despite his pondering, Jayfeather knew Bramblestar had to live through the loss of his sister to the Hunger Games.

    As Tawnypelt left Jayfeather's side and silently padded to the colossal boulder, the final name reverberated through Jayfeather's muddled thoughts. Puddleshine. The young, splotched brown-and-white tom would be the first medicine cat tribute this season. And I could be the next.

    "Silence!" Tigerstar roared.

    The watching cats obeyed his command without hesitation; once again! Jayfeather winced at their quick submission. It's time for Tigerstar to announce ThunderClan's tributes... He wondered whi the chosen cats were.

    "And finally for ThunderClan," Tigerstar growled. Every warrior knew that although Tigerstar despised all four Clans, he hated ThunderClan the most.

    "Blossomfall..."

    Nearly instantly, an older she-cat rushed toward the young ThunderClan warrior. "No!" she shrieked, towering over her daughter. "I will not let this happen!"

    "You must." Tigerstar scowled, still standing on the huge boulder. "Unless you wish to volunteer for her."

    Blossomfall shook her head at Millie. "You're an elder," she insisted forcefully. "You won't survive the Hunger Games, however hard you tried." Without waiting for an sharp retort, she bravely whipped around and shouldered past Jayfeather, heading for the boulder.

    Tigerstar sneered mockingly, as if he had hoped for Blossomfall's reaction.

    "Stormcloud."

    The previous kittypet stepped backwards, a few tail-lengths from Jayfeather. After a moment, he swallowed and maneuvered carefully through the remaining warriors in the throng, halting next to Blossomfall.

    "Mousewhisker."

    The large, soft-furred tom jerked back before dipping his head in defeat and padding up to the boulder where Tigerstar stood, leering at the mutinous-looking Clan leaders.

    Jayfeather's fur prickled as he sensed Daisy's grief. The silky-furred she-cat was barely resisting the urge to surge after her kit.

    "Fernsong." Tigerstar's next announcement startled Jayfeather. His brother's son, a tribute of the Hunger Games? Fernsong's such a young warrior! Then the gray tabby tom glanced away. He's above six moons old.

    Jayfeather knew he wasn't safe from being one of the chosen yet - there had been a few seasons where there were more toms than she-cats, and the opposite.

    The following name was much more surprising than Fernsong's.

    "Hollyleaf."

    No!

    The slender she-cat stiffened; Jayfeather could sense her sleek fur bristling, both in anger and fear. "But - " his sister began, then abruptly closed her jaws. She leaned toward Jayfeather. "You must not volunteer. A blind medicine cat wouldn't stand a chance."

    How did she know? Guiltily, Jayfeather nodded and stepped back. Am I such a coward that I'm allowing my own sister to take on the Hunger Games?

    Jayfeather's sister stepped past him, her sorrowful gaze burning into Jayfeather's pale gray pelt, before she turned and padded away.

    "And finally..." Tigerstar's strong voice interrupted the typical commotion.

    "...Ivypool."

    Jayfrather sprang to his paws, his fur bushing out. First Hollyleaf, and now Ivypool? Had Tigerstar selected tributes of his own choice to participate in the Hunger Games? Fury pricked at Jayfeather like brambles. If he did, why would he?

    "Calm down." Ivypool was approaching the outraged medicine cat, her gaze steadily holding Jayfeather's. "I can survive this."

    Jayfeather felt a rush of uncharacteristic pity for the young she-cat. Her mother, Whitewing, had fallen victim to last season's games, and Ivypool was barely coping with the loss.

    As the Ivypool flicked her tail over the medicine cat's muzzle before turning to stalk toward the colossal boulder, chin raised and tail lifted high, a new thought occured to Jayfeather.

    Hollyleaf and Ivypool will become murderers...or die.

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