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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 24, 2017 23:36:02 GMT -5
3 of β₯s<--γA Paranormal World Fan Fiction γ-->
"Hanc potestatis tibi transfero quasi gentis mei sitis. Hoc donum et anathema tibi transfero ut onus meum conmunices. Laborem et dolorem tuum accipio ut meum accipias. Quis alicui accidet omni et mei mortuo potestas mea eristis"
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I've always heard stories about the she-cat who falls for the tom she's trying to kill. I thought I was prepared. I hated him for what he had done to my family. But his secrets enchanted me and I find myself seeing into his heart. I begin to wonder what I will do or say to be with him.
I never thought my paws would lead me to someone so tortured. That he'd open his heart to me and me alone. Yet, he hides secrets from me, like he doesn't think I can handle his darkest thoughts. Dreams can turn to nightmares in his presence. Why do I find myself changing to be with him?
I have secrets. Dark thoughts. And suddenly I find two other cats trying to get close to me, knowing that I will hurt them. Do I run? Or have I already run enough? Is there any form I can take on that will mean I can stay with both of them, as equals? Or will I have to choose one over the other? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Note:
This story is a love tangle between Kite, Rattlesnake, and Dream. So, this story contains LGBTQ+ characters. If this makes you uncomfortable, I'd suggest not reading this story.
<-- Character list -->+Main Character+ Rattlesnake: Tan-gray tabby tom with extra long tail and greenish amber eyes Dream: Dark gray, almost black tom with only one green-blue eye Kite: gray she-cat with light brown marking in her undercoat
+Minor Characters+ Shorty (Real name: Shorttail): a small brown she-cat with white front paws and bobbed tail. Her eyes are yellow with green flecks.Dread (Real name: Dreadmoon): a pessimistic, solid black genderfluid cat (born she-cat) with sleek fur and unusual purple eyes.Rosetta (Real name: Dapplefur): a white she-cat with silver gray rosettes, light blue eyes.Icepick (Real name: Icemask): a pale gray she-cat with white legs, green eyes.Flash (Real name: Quickeye): a scrawny brown tabby she-cat (born tom) with lighter stripes. Her eyes are a golden with brown flecks. Enchantment (Real name: Dreamfoot): a gray tabby she-cat with black flecks, ice blue eyes, can walk in other catβs dreams.Snow (Real name: Shiverbite): a silver she-cat with pale blue eyes, able to freeze with a bite.
Ell (Real name: Dappledstripe): small calico she-cat with light gray stripes around her face and chest.
Frank:
Lora:
Holly:
WIP
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+Crushes, Mates, and Family+
--Keys-- -> One-way crush <-> Two way crush + Mates ____+____=____ - ____ - ____ A Family * Not in Group
\\Mates//
Dapplefur + Shorttail
Frank* + Lora*
\\Crushes//
Kite -> Rattlesnake
Quickeye <-> Dreamfoot
\\Family//
______ + ______= Shorttail - Dreadmoon ______ + ______= Dapplefur ______ + ______= Icemask Holly* + ???* = Quickeye - Dapplestripe ______ + ______= Dreamfoot - Shiverbite ______ + ???* = Kite - ???* - ???*
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 6, 2017 2:23:00 GMT -5
"Hanc potestatis tibi transfero quasi gentis mei sitis. Hoc donum et anathema tibi transfero ut onus meum conmunices. Laborem et dolorem tuum accipio ut meum accipias. Quis alicui accidet omni et mei mortuo potestas mea eristis"
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Prologue The dark peeks rose high into the air. White covered the tops, as if it wanted to wipe out all other colors. It seemed to be succeeding, as the only colors in this waste was white, gray, and black. Black, like the colors on the edge of one she-catβs vision. Black, like the clouds.
Gray, the color of the horizon and her dead kits in the snow. Gray, like their small noses, half berried in white. White, the color of the dead and of ghosts.
Signs of a resent birth showed on the snow, though even those were almost completely covered by the consent covering of the small flakes.
The she-cat gazed up at the gray sky, huddled on her small rock island. Though the covering of snow was making it hard to tell that it was a rock at all. The black, back sky.
Steam came off her pelt. As the flakes fell onto her pelt, they melted, running off her pelt soon after. The black around the edges of her vision stayed, even as her unnatural body fought off the cold. Her kits, both born cold and lifeless, had never even had a chance.
Still, she sat there, looking face first into the falling snow.
I am cursed, she thought. They gave me a gift, but it ended up being a curse.
The lifeless bodies of her two kits were proof of that. They hadnβt even been able to draw one breath. The tom and she-cat. Both with pelt colors that matched their fathers and tinted with hints of their mother. The she-cat looked strong, well-muscled even as a kit. The tom was lithe and looked like he would have been a swift hunter.
The mother nuzzled the kits again, hopelessly trying to will life back into them. But they were almost berried in the snow. βImpossible kits,β she muttered. βI thought that they were impossible. That the stars might somehow have blessed me. Instead, I am more cursed than even I thought.β
She berried her nose into the snow. She didnβt fight the dark at the edge of her vision. She never had, even from the beginning. She would have accepted death at this point. She had nothing. No mate, not kits, no home, and no life. No life that she wanted.
Steam suddenly started to rise from the body of the little she-kit. Each snowflake burned at the touch.
The she-cat flinched back, eyes wide. How! The little kit had been died. Unless⦠Yes, that must me it.
She leaned down, huddled around her only living kit. Her unique, lovely, cursed kit.
βWeβll,β she whispered. βWeβll see more of you again, wont we little one? Your father and his new mate. And me. You are something very special.β
Will C. Morgen. Weβll see more again. It was a wish. I wish on a cursed kit.
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Chapter 1-10
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 6, 2017 2:23:15 GMT -5
"Hanc potestatis tibi transfero quasi gentis mei sitis. Hoc donum et anathema tibi transfero ut onus meum conmunices. Laborem et dolorem tuum accipio ut meum accipias. Quis alicui accidet omni et mei mortuo potestas mea eristis" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 11-20
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 6, 2017 2:23:28 GMT -5
"Hanc potestatis tibi transfero quasi gentis mei sitis. Hoc donum et anathema tibi transfero ut onus meum conmunices. Laborem et dolorem tuum accipio ut meum accipias. Quis alicui accidet omni et mei mortuo potestas mea eristis" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
+Fans+ Owlmoon
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Banner made by mintedstar/fur Layout made by mintedstar/fur Latin translation by ~Sapphire~
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 6, 2017 2:23:46 GMT -5
"Hanc potestatis tibi transfero quasi gentis mei sitis. Hoc donum et anathema tibi transfero ut onus meum conmunices. Laborem et dolorem tuum accipio ut meum accipias. Quis alicui accidet omni et mei mortuo potestas mea eristis" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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"Hanc potestatis tibi transfero quasi gentis mei sitis. Hoc donum et anathema tibi transfero ut onus meum conmunices. Laborem et dolorem tuum accipio ut meum accipias. Quis alicui accidet omni et mei mortuo potestas mea eristis"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 6, 2017 2:24:21 GMT -5
Okay, I'm done saving. You can post now. Though nothing up...
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 6, 2017 14:08:30 GMT -5
Cool. I think you have a typo in the second cat's point of view intro.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 6, 2017 15:28:48 GMT -5
Thanks. I'll go see about fixing that.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2017 0:07:08 GMT -5
*rubs hands together* Chapter 1 or a prologue might be up tonight.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2017 1:18:20 GMT -5
Sneak peek at Prologue: The dark peeks rose high into the air. White covered the tops, as if it wanted to wipe out all other colors. It seemed to be succeeding, as the only colors in this waste was white, gray, and black. Black, like the colors on the edge of one she-catβs vision. Black, like the clouds. Gray, the color of the horizon and her dead kits in the snow. Gray, like their small noses, half berried in white. White, the color of the dead and of ghosts.
Signs of a resent birth showed on the snow, though even those were almost completely covered by the consent covering of the small flakes.
The she-cat gazed up at the gray sky, huddled on her small rock island. Though the covering of snow was making it hard to tell that it was a rock at all. The black, back sky.
Steam came off her pelt. As the flakes fell onto her pelt, they melted, running off her pelt soon after. The black around the edges of her vision stayed, even as her unnatural body fought off the cold. Her kits, both born cold and lifeless, had never even had a chance.
Still, she sat there, looking face first into the falling snow.
I am cursed, she thought. They gave me a gift, but it ended up being a curse.
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Post by Owlmoon on Apr 14, 2017 13:44:22 GMT -5
I'm excited!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2017 18:46:38 GMT -5
As am I. I'll probably get another chapter up of Where there is Smoke before chapter 1 is finished for 3 of hearts, but I'll probably finish posting the prologue.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on May 8, 2017 1:46:20 GMT -5
So, still planning this out. I'm thinking of making it a sort of visual novel, but we'll see how that goes.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 8, 2017 10:40:26 GMT -5
Dumping future pictures here:
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Post by Owlmoon on Jun 9, 2017 6:49:30 GMT -5
Wow, nice pictures! Please can you put the prologue up? I read the sneak peek and you got me all excited!
- Owlmoon
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 9, 2017 16:47:27 GMT -5
Yeah, I can try and put the prologue up today. Let me just organize the pictures into it.
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Post by Owlmoon on Jun 9, 2017 17:41:59 GMT -5
I'm looking forward to it!
- Owlmoon
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 9, 2017 19:02:33 GMT -5
Prologue up!
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Post by Owlmoon on Jun 10, 2017 12:20:50 GMT -5
i call first fan spot!
- Owlmoon
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 10, 2017 13:27:28 GMT -5
First fan spot claimed.
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Post by Owlmoon on Jun 10, 2017 15:15:37 GMT -5
YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
- Owlmoon
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 10, 2017 15:19:53 GMT -5
I'll probably be writing a new chapter of Where There's Smoke today.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 16, 2017 13:23:23 GMT -5
This is on-hold until Where There's Smoke is finished.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 15, 2017 12:32:36 GMT -5
Hey! ...someone/the website removed my pictures. Well, from now on I'm uploading them to Imgur when I post them... -.-
I don't think this will be restarted until Winter break. But you can bet that this is still going to happen!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 22, 2017 2:40:13 GMT -5
That feeling when you've got the whole novel planned out, but no time to write it.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 23, 2017 19:27:01 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 22, 2017 12:21:18 GMT -5
I've actually been outlining this a little. Getting some ideas.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 6, 2018 1:50:14 GMT -5
Bumping because there's a vote on this.
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Post by Owlmoon on Jan 26, 2018 8:38:18 GMT -5
A vote? Huh? I is confused...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 26, 2018 10:52:39 GMT -5
Ah, oh, well. After I finished Where There's Smoke, I put up a poll in another thread about what to write next. A different fic won. ^^
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