Alright, I'm supposed to write a fanfiction of warrior cats. I actually am going to freewrite all the ideas I have while in this short time. I already have a few Idead about how to start this. First I need to seee what kind of characters I have. I've already made clan cat named silverstar. It's supposed to be their clanchied. He is loyal, faithful, and has some humour. Then , I have to create all other clans. Silverstar has a sister called automnleaves and she's a warrior in rivercal. The story will be about some troubles going to the thunderclan. But I was asking myself if I should create names for the clans I make myself, you know, so they wouldn't spoil all the story on me. It's not nice to have two stories with two clans in your read. I'd rather firestar to be the cheif for the thundrerclan rather than one cat that I make. The thunderclan will be replaced by the leaves clan, and the riverclan will be replaced by the waterclan, the windclan will be replaced by the rock clan, and the shadowclan will be replaced by the midnight clan. that would be great ideas. Now other stuff to do are a lot of stuf,, I haven't figured out yet what problems will the clans have. The story will be in the point of view of the riverclan, the morningclan ( not waterclan anymore xD) and I have the idea to replace the " rockclan" by the moonclan, and with shadowclan as midnight clan and thunderclan as leaves clan.
Thunderclan: Leaves Clan
Riverclan: Water Clan
Windclan: Morning Clan
Shadowclan: Moon Clan
she was there, sitting on a table in the middle of the empty class.. a black-haired girl, a mysterious girl. I saw her every single day, every single day. she was there in the class, studying maths for hours, studying and thinking nonstop. Every day I went to that classroom, she just was there. The classromm was never full. It allways was hers. For some moments I remember, I thought myself crazy. But she was there, real. She never took any pauses, never stopped studying, even at night. That freaked me out sometimes. I someday tryed to touch her and get any closer to proove whether she is a phantom or not. But everytime I did it, she just disappeared. And one day, I got a bit close to her and then, she, for the first time, talked to me, I never saw her face. She just said "Back off!" and I kept going, and she said again "back off or you'll get killed". I freeked out but somehow, my legs kept moving, until I was two inches away from her. Then she turned, and she was crying. Such a sad beautiful face!! But when she saw me, she stopped crying and read my face like an open book, then just smiled and said "congratulations, come back tomorrow and you will be my friend. I am the ghost of this classroom, that's why nobody comes, everybody refuses to get any closer because I died here solving this math problem. I'm still not understanding it. Can you help me tomorrow?"
The guests were all there, talking calmly, wisely, in peace, like they were totally secure. The party was organized by a rich lazy lady who didn' even want to get into the party and enjoy. Just organized the party for people to think she is a good woman, but instead, she stood in the bed. Let's not talk about her right now, we have a lot of things to talk about instead of that lazy horrible old lady. Oh You wouldn't want to know her, I guarantee you. Well. The guests were drinking and talking with non-stop. Talking and talking about every single topic they want to talk about. Their mouths just can't stop mumbling and moving. It just was a very nice night. But something was there waiting for it's SHOWTIME...
People were moving here and there and classic music was playing. If you was there, you would see the huge place filled with people and happy smiling faces, and sometimes, laughs. You just can't walk a meter without smelling Different kinds of perfume, of men and women. What was wierd, is that the floor was specially designed to make sound when you walk on it whatever were the kind of shoes you are wearing. It sounds like the under floor was totally empty. Makes You want to fetch for the treasure ! ..
That's horrible. They said that here, what comes out of my head WILL surprise me. I can't see how. I always saw my writings all boring and so short and I KNOW I certainly have no talent at all. The time is so long. They said do not stop until the time runs out. I just can't think of anything to write about. This is ridiculous, I know I can't stop but I just have have nothing to write. Maybe that's a writer block. I don't even know what's that. Do a writer gets run out of Ideas sometimes ? Maybe freewriting is like brain washing or something like that to get things out of your head. That works very well I bet. But you must be really fast in writing to get to write all that stuff at once, and in less than 5 minutes. That gets my fingers really tired . And my whole arm too. In fact, I can't feel my arms and back either. I can't move. I can't do anything except writing. WIERD... but only five seconds are left. I must hurry up. ten, nine, ..