Hi! I've seen like a milion and one of these, and I've started to work on doing my own entry into Prin Paradus' version. However, I've found that my writing needs some serious improvement... So, I'm doing my own, with different themes, different rules and a different perpos.
Disclaimer: This was inspired by Prin Paradus' 100 One-Shot Book, however it is different. Whisper doesn't own Warriors, nor any character from the book.
The themes must be done in order. No exceptions.
If you'd like to join, shoot me a PM or review.
There is no ending date, so take your time.
There is also no word limit. However, I suggest setting one for yourself.
Characters may be either OCs or canon.
The genre may be of any kind, poetry, song fics, normal ficcs etc are all allowed.
The Rise, the Fall
Lost and Found
Step by Step
Inhale, Exhale, Repeat
I Love You Too
To Those Who Wait
Stay With Me
Shades of Grey
Through Thick and Thin
Out of Time
Fragile as a Flower
No More Boundaries
And for you all, to obey all rules, here is a little bit of writting...
The only thing on Cinderpaw's mind was ShadowClan. How dare they invade ThunderClan territory? First they drove out WindClan, was ThunderClan next? She knew that ThunderClan was under threat, but she also knew that she would give down her life, her warrior status, anything for her Clan. If there was something she could do to give her Clanmates a brighter future, then she would, no question asked.
The sounds around her blurred together; the beating of her heart, the rush of blood in her ear, the pounding of her paws on the mossy ground. The mumbling of her Clanmates were now too far away to be heard, only the sounds of the forest echoed through her head. As the forest grew silent, the rumblings of the thunderpath grew louder, and Cinderpaw knew she was getting closer to where Tigerclaw had said he'd wait for Bluestar.
Bluestar, however, was badly sick and there was no warrior free to find Tigerclaw, so she'd decided to go herself. Yes, Fireheart had told her specifically to stay in camp, but if ShadowClan were invading, someone had to see it. And she was determined for that someone to be her.
The prickly scent of the Thunderpath enveloped her as she ran. She must be getting close. The harsh smells of monsters replaced the gentle, softer ones from the forest. The noise of monster paws on the Thunderpath replaced the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves.
Suddenly, the ground she was running on changed into hard, warm stone. With only a screech as warning, a large monster rammed into her side.
The last thing she saw was the red flash before her eyes.
A/N: That wasn't very long, but it did it's job.