}{Halloween Contests! [Don't Miss Out!]

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Whew, alot of new things to charge up the Halloween spirit!

Best Pet Costume!

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This contest is very simple, just upload a picture of your pet dressed up in the Halloween style, and post the link!
Deadline: November 10th


Best Scary Story!
This contest is also very simple; all you have to do is post a scary story. It can be about anything; nargles, picture frames, ferrets, anything! A vote will be held to determine which story sends the most chills down our spines.
Deadline: November 15th
Voting will be held on November 16th.


Most Original Halloween Picture!
Okay, all the contests here are simple xD.
Make a Halloweenish picture that has something to do with Warriors[/u]-- you can make a photo-manipulation, paint it on MS Paint, or draw it and scan it in, whichever works best for you. Also, try to keep a minimum of blood; sometimes the most jarring pictures are in simple black and white, without any gore at all.
Voting will also be held on the most unique pics!
If you want, you could change the theme around, like make it scary + funny, ect, but it must be halloween related.
Deadline: November 8th
Voting on November 16th.

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[/size]Teh Prizes!

• 1rst prize:

[/u] 4,000 Paintbrushes + 1 free canvas + 1 free signature of character
[/li][li]2nd prize: 3,000 Paintbrushes + 1 free signature of character
[/li][li]3rd prize: 2,000 Paintbrushes + 1 free avatar
[/li][li]4th prize: 1,000 Paintbrushes[/li][/ul][/size]

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F. A. Q.

Q: How many contests can I enter?
A: As many as you wish! 8D

Q: I was gone/busy during the contests, can I still enter?
A: Yesh!

Q: These contests are really last minute.
A: I know, I was so busy with homework it wasn't even funny. (wait...it was. Ahahha!)

Q: You are very odd.
A: She sells seashells by the seashore! 8D

Q: Whyyyy do the contests continue into November?:
A: Because I started them late xD. That, and I want Halloween to last, like, forever. Or at least a week longer.

Q: You're a Halloween freak.
A: Shhh the penguins don't know that yet. <.< >.> <.<

Q: By the way, are you entering the contest?:
A: Nah. That wouldn't be fair, would it?
...
Well, maybe, but-- OH LOOK A JAPAN! *runs*

Q: Can you enter the same contest more than once?
A: Up to 2 entries per member per contest. 8D

Q: Where are all the candies?! I can't find any xO
A: They're around here somewhere...keep looking. Check places you wouldn't expect to find them in.

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If you have any other questions, just post here in the thread. 8D!!!


***Note that the trick-or-treating has not begun yet, since my computer isn't letting me set it up. D8[/center]

[~Twister~]

Will you make a thread for these, or do we post them here?

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You post them here.

[mysteryfaith]

BLAH I have been gone for a while! My comp decided to go evil on me, so it wouldn't start and 80 painful pounds later, here I am with a new graphics card for my comp. Hurrah.
I will certainly be entering the story and the picture competition, not sure about the dress-up-your-pet one though since I have no digital camera =^^=

[mysteryfaith]

Okay, my story contest entry...

Bittersweet
The snow falling outside made it even more painful for me to run, despite the fact I had enough to be sorry for over my broken leg. My arm was bleeding heavily where he had slashed it with a kitchen knife. If I weren't being stalked by a pistol-wielding serial killer in my own home, I would have screamed. But that would tell him I was upstairs.

I slowly limped to my room, resisting the urge to cry. My frantic mind could think of nothing more than hiding under the bed - but that would not be good enough. He would find me, slaughter me in seconds with an evil cackle that I could hear now, echoing in my head forever more, almost so sinister that when the police found my body, they would hear it too...

Shut up, I told my mind. I was thinking as though this was a fairy tale. But I knew it wasn't. The black revolver-like pistol told me so, forcing me to face the facts even when its clean, metallic bullet hadn't penetrated my skin... yet.

I felt the stairs creaking. It was almost thereputic, yet terrifying - the steady creaks were strangely rythmic, and I'd always associated those creaks with going up to bed when I was a little girl, after drinking hot chocolate downstairs, cuddling a hot water bottle and imagining a fantasy world with unicorns and rainbows.

Ha. I fell from the rolling sea of my sweet memories, into the quicksand pit of reality. The final, loudest creak shattered the steady silence in the hallway, and it was quiet once more. I stood, waiting, but heard him head towards the bathroom. I had a few seconds more.

I ran to the other side of my tidy bed, and, as quietly as I could, dropped to the floor, flat on my stomach. I heard a snap beside me - I couldn't have been lying on anything. I looked to my side to see my sister, curled up beside me, crystal blue eyes locked on mine.

"Amber..." I whispered. "Amber, please..." Trying to choke out the words I wanted to say, I wasted time. Before I could tell my sister how sorry I was, the door opened slightly, letting one more slither of light into my room, leaving me praying he would not see us.

My sister blinked at me, signalling that I should stop speaking. She must have thought I was mysteriously dumb-struck in terror - with a serial killer two metres away, sure, I would be screaming for him to notice my screeches, and shoot me in the head before I could try to get a message through to anyone.

One step closer, and I would be found. But I realised that he had picked up my sister, who was furthest from the bed, and was holding her up. I could no longer feel warm breath on my cheek from where she was huddled close to me, and I heard a soft whimpering. I felt rage bubble inside of me, but there was nothing I could do, except try to shuffle under the bed a little more.

"Where is she?" he growled at my sister. "I want to know." I heard the barrel of his gun press into my sister's chin, and clenched my fists in an attempt to control the waves of anger ebbing from my soul.

"Tell me!" he shouted aggresively, and my eyes flickered open for a second. I saw the large, tall shadow of him, with his small gun held to my smaller sister's head. It was only a shadow, but I felt I could see the sleek silver-black of the pistol, my sister's red face, and her golden, fair hair, dangling at her shoulders.

A single bang, and my sister's screech bounced off of the walls of my room.

I felt my shoulders being yanked, and my cheek left the soft, warm feel of the carpet. I had to open my eyes, and witness the all-too-familiar face of him. He grinned, like he'd won the jackpot in a Las Vegas casino. But no, he'd just found me, his victim of the evening. I swallowed quietly, and watched his pistol rise from his side.

"So," he murmured menacingly, his eyes piercing mine, seeing right through into my confused, pained soul. "Scared, are we?"

"I'll never be afraid of a washed-up, good-for-nothing, useless mistake of a coward like you!" I screamed back. My eyes blazed with fury, but I was shaking, and I wanted to be sick as his gun lifted to my head.

"I should kill you just for saying that," he snarled back. "But no, this bullet stays in this gun until I get what I want from you. Information. What weapons do you have?"

"I'll never..." I started, but realised it would do no use. I simply replied, "we have knives. There's an axe in the kitchen cupboard, far in the back behind the cleaning tubs. My dad doesn't have a gun..."

"Correction," he said smugly. "Your daddy has a pistol, just like me. I saw it through the window where he was cleaning in last night, in the living room. Don't you remember?"

I gulped. So he had been stalking me for a long time, and watching not only me, but my parents. My friends too, probably. My eyes glittered with tears. "A box in the loft." I said softly. "A brown box in the loft, with the word 'Postcards' on it."

"Good." he smiled. "Now, back to this shiny bullet..." He brandished the gun like a precious, antique vase, holding it softly and gazing at it with love and adoration. He held it suddenly to my head, jerking my chin upwards as he held it there.

A final bang. "I'm sorry, Amber..." I whispered as I fell to the floor.

One week previous

My pellucid gaze swept over the roaring seas of denim blue, slicing through the froth and penetrating every ounce of land that lay at the feet of the majestic waves. My fingertips lay silent on the sand, still as the stones that my shoes lay on. My long hair jostled in the air, flying over my shoulders and around my slim neck as the wind agitated it so. My mouth ajar, I waited for the whistle that I knew was coming to signal that I should begin my feat.

A shrill tone pierced the calm sound of the azure waves lapping at the perfect blend of white, brown and gold sands. My feet roared into action, taking me flying around the edge of the cliff face where I had grown up. My blue hues scanned the white cliffs that I sprinted across, and my mind was surprisingly blank, obviously defying the usual laws of such excitement that flushed through my body, and made me race onwards.

Soon I had reached the valleys, slightly sloping fields seperated by wires and sharp thorn tangles, growing unruly and unkept as the years rushed by. I sped past them, and flew through a hole in one of the bushes, ignoring a pain in my thigh as my jogging trousers lifted for a moment, and a thorn crept up to my leg, scratching it with its talons of mockery to my challenge. My eyes lifted to the path I knew so well ahead of me - a sandy brick path with smudges of mud smeared onto its rough surface. I passed over it easily, and headed up the final hill, a steep and grassy obstacle for my course.

Now, the sound of the sea was gone. All I could hear was the rasping of my well-rationed breath, and the steady beat of my trainers bouncing from the floor, leading me onwards to victory. There was a screeching in my ears as I heard a seagull crow above me, as if pushing me onwards with his untuned symphony. By then I was still bounding up the slope, my heart thumping against my chest, assuring me that it would not stop no matter what I did. That was one thing I had to learn from my training - trust of your mind, soul and heart was the only way to go to be a winner.

The last steps of my journey were fast approaching. Dodging the holly bushes on either side of the unmarked path I was following, I darted towards my final destination - a small brick pedestal with tiny steps circling around it. I took two steps at a time, elation pumping through my warm body, and I finally trotted to a stop, my lungs gratefully swallowing the fresh air that I was now allowing them to have. My hair was tangled and my face was red, but I did not care. I had managed my feat.

"Well done." a voice came from behind me as I sat on my pedestal. I glanced behind my shoulder to see a large figure cantering towards me. "That was your best time yet. One minute, twenty-four seconds. Are you proud?"

"Yes!" I breathed, standing up and facing my running mentor, a twenty-two year old male with blonde hair covering one eye. His dark green jumper went well with his white jeans and green trainers, and I couldn't help but think how good he looked in his outfit. I shook the thought away, tossing it into an endless abyss of disregarded fantasies, and looked into his soft blue eyes, sinking into them as though they were deep azure holes of peace...

I murmured, and nudged myself back into reality. "That was great," I commented. "What's your time for this track again? I forget these things."

"One minute thirty. I think you've really improved since the last six weeks." the tall blonde praised, his hand held out to me so I could stand up. "How are things at school?"

"Not good, Oscar." I sighed. I was fifteen years old, mature enough to handle my own problems - but I ended up spilling all my friend troubles to Oscar, my mentor.

After minutes of non-stop complaining about my life, I looked up at Oscar, my eyes melting into his. "It's not good," I repeated sadly. "How is college?"

"I'm getting through my studies quickly," Oscar reported. "But my girlfriend broke up with me."

"I'm sorry." I said too quickly. I let my hand fall into his, and for a moment, it felt like a haven, blissfully looking down on the world with my hand in Oscar's.

I had known this man for three years. When I met him, he had been starting college. And he was graduating from college to go to university two months after my running course completion, which would lead me into a higher education for sports.

Then, a completely unexpected event happened. Oscar leaned forward, and I did the same... our mouths sank into each other for two seconds, my eyes closed in serenity and my mind melting like salt into water. I'd never known.

Two days later

"The letter said, 'meet me on the bridge at midnight.' Do you think he wants to break up with me?" I nervously asked Pumpkin, my best friend, as we chose a new top from the 'Fashion Outlet', a cheap clothes shop just down the road from my home. Pumpkin glanced at me, her beautiful long red hair slightly covering her brilliant blue eyes.

"A boy never dumps you after two days of dating." she replied calmly. "It'll be fine, Kels. He probably just wants to go on a really romantic date." Her real name was Petunia, but because she hated the 'floral disaster' effect it had on people when she met them, so she prefered people called her 'Pumpkin'.

"You're probably right." I agreed quietly. I wasn't surprised - Pumpkin was always right - but simply contemplating the thought of breaking my 'home-time' of eleven thirty, by sneaking out and meeting the boy who was years older than me, just to find he could be a serial killer. Ha. That was a good one. Oscar would never be a serial killer!

My phone started to vibrate, and I slid it out of my pocket, sliding up the screen so I could use the keypad to answer the text message Oscar had sent me.

R u mtin me 2nite?

I shivered with anticipation. It was ten o'clock - Fashion Outlet was always open until eleven for emergency fashion disasters - and there was still two hours to go before I had to meet him. Though I was no expert on the male kind, I was pretty sure that any man who texted me two hours before our meeting to make sure I was coming meant business. I instantly clicked the 'REPLY' button, and carefully typed out my message.

Sure. I'll see you in a while. <3

"You don't want to seem desperate," Pumpkin warned me, looking at a sparkly blue halterneck. "Keep it cool with him." She lingered behind my shoulder, reading my message. "No, no, no!" she tutted, grabbing my small, pink mobile phone. She started quickly tapping at my keypad, typing out her own message. She soon shoved it back into my hand, muttering her approval. I gulped, reading the new message. Pumpkin had probably gone over the top, as she also always did.

Maybe. I have some other stuff to do. My dance homework is hard.

"Dance?" I spat. "I don't even take dance lessons. What are you on about?"

"Dance attracts the males." Pumpkin giggled. "Now, how about this top?" She pointed to a ruby-coloured strapless top, and I sighed, wearily pressing the 'SEND' button. I hoped that he wouldn't cancel just because Pumpkin said she was right. For once, I doubted the beautiful woman who was fingering a satin top, trying to make all of my decisions for me.

Half past midnight

I stumbled home, a warm glow ebbing inside of me, lapping on the shores of my soul. He said he loved me. Love! The pain of my ridiculously high heels faded for a moment as I remembered the blessed moment, standing on the blue-grey bricks of the bridge, his soft lips sinking into mine for what felt like eternity.

I unlocked the door to my house. As I went in, my elder sister stood there, a frown painted on her long face. "Where were you?" she growled menacingly. "I covered for you."

"It's love!" I blurted out, not able to help myself. "Me and Oscar."

"Oscar's a dodgy guy." Amber muttered after a moment. "Can you trust him, Kelly?"

"Of course!" I replied without thinking. "He would never betray me. We were just out on the bridge. He said he loves me."

"Don't be so sure, Kels. Boys can say anything, and take it back within a second. Just be careful with him. Try to..."

"Try to break away from him?" I started to raise my voice. "I know that he was in prison for a while. But that's not his fault! He was framed. He told me so himself!"

"He's a liar!" Amber screeched. "I don't want you to get hurt by a gun-obsessed maniac. Oscar was the culprit. Just don't get too close to him!"

"Shut up!" I screamed, stomping up the stairs. Oscar had been in prison for two years for joint murder with his friend. He had been accused of killing a twelve-year-old with John Ketraya, his best mate. But I trusted him! He would never do it to me... would he?

The End...

[solarstar]

DONE!!!

Halloween isn't always Halloween....

Cold winds blew across the grass, trees swayed in the breeze, and leaves blew away and crunched under my feet as I walked home. It was Halloween, and I had never been more excited for Halloween. Because this was the year my and my BFF, who¡¦s a boy, Justin were going trick-or-treating together. He wasn¡¦t a pop, which means popular mean kid, and he and I were going trick-or-treating as twin vampires! I ran into my room, and dialed his number with sweat coming down my face.

"Hey Justin, you¡¦re coming over at 4:00 right"? I asked him on the other end.

"Sure thing, Ashley, which means I'll be over in exactly 5 vampire claws". he replied in a vampire voice. He replied in a scary, voice, not like the real Justin, but more like a real vampire. I could've sworn that wasn't him, and a cold eerie feeling crawled up to my head.

"Vampire claws? What the heck does that"? I began. But before I could finish my sentence, I heard claws scratch down a chalkboard. And then Justin hung up on me. I wasn't sure what had got into him, but there was no time to worry about that now. I quickly put my fake vampire make-up on, and popped on my costume. My cats, Tigger and Tigerlily were dressed as vampire cats, with the cape, and they came into my room. I quickly gave them a quick kiss and went downstairs. I saw my bird, Goony; he was dressed up as a scary black crow with vampire teeth. I gave him a quick wave of hello and ran downstairs and met Justin at my front door.

He looked at me with those same sweet....wait a minute! Those weren't his normal beautiful brown eyes. Those were his....RED EYES?! Now wait a minute, where in the world did Justin get red eyes. And....REAL VAMPIRE TEETH! What about that vampire skin, and those pointy ears? Even his toenails and fingernails looked like vampire claws. I literally shook myself to the point where I was so tired.

When I finally realized I'd fallen asleep, and I woke up, Justin was dragging me from house to house, and my candy bag was a quarter filled. But then my eyes lay upon my hand and I saw....VAMPIRE TEETH MARKS!! My hand felt numb too, and I was about to end trick-or-treating. Then I saw the sun peek from the clouds in a beautiful sunset.

"ASHLEY WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? STOP SLEEPING"! Justin angrily growled at me when I woke up again. I saw his claws on my head, and his teeth bore into a snarl. But they had blood on them. Justin licked the blood off real quick, and continued to glare at me.

I rubbed my eyes, and peeked at the sun with a grin. I mumbled "Sorry I was just tired". Then the part came that I will never forget. The sun immediately disappeared and everything was pitch black. I knew I didn't fall asleep because Justin still had that same frightening voice, and those same red eyes. I walked with him, and began to become more and more fearful. I began to see more Halloween creatures, like my friend Alex who had gone trick-or-treating with her friend, Tori. Alex was a real fairy, a real evil fairy! She had jagged wings, a black wand, and kept on flying from young child to young child casting spells on them. These young children were just pretending to be scary ghosts, and cute monkeys, etc, just like I was. Tori was flying with her, but looked like a bat, sucking the blood out of the children. The weird part was....well to all the adults; we looked just like cute teens dressed up. It was all too weird, because to young children and to other teens we looked like the real thing, but to adults we looked like just pretend people on Halloween.

It's okay, just as long as Justin and I finish this up quickly and go home, I can forget about this. Besides we are at our last house. I thought. Then I groaned the last house was Ashlyns house, and she was the queen of the popular crowd. She was a big, fat jerk; she hated me and all the other un-popular kids. So Justin and I walked up to her house, and he scratched on the door.

The door opened, and out came the biggest, ugliest monster I¡¦d ever seen. It had warts, and puppy dog ears. It was....horrible; it was....ASHLYNS DAD!!! First only the teens had these looks, now the adults? Justin and I quickly got our candy, and I started to pull him to my house. But then I started to see creepier creatures in the dark.

I saw my friend, Lexy, who was a real devil, my ex-friend Julia, dressed up as a real monster nurse. Even the young kids were beginning to look like the real thing. Mummies, jackolaunturns, tigers, and even monster pop stars, etc was spilled out all over the place in front of me. Then I saw Ashlyn. She looked like the ruler of all the monsters of the night, sitting on a floating throne in the sky. She had a spiky crown, wolf snot, vampire teeth, mummy legs, vampire claws, bat wings, a devil pitch fork, and a fairy wand. I took a closer look at what she was doing. Even though I was terrified for my life, I had to do this. I clutched onto Justins arm and took a closer look.

Ashlyn had water in a bottle. She was playing around with it when I saw my cats climb their way up there and my bird fly all the way to Ashlyn with my cats. She looked pleased, and prepared 3 bottles of water and gave them to my pets, who were about to drink it. That¡'s when I did something I probably will/ will never regret my entire life.

"NO, TIGERLILY, TIGGER, AND GOONY, NNNNNOOOOO, DON¡'T DRINK THAT"! I screamed. I managed to climb up to Ashlyn. Ashlyn looked at me, and showed me her biggest scowl on her face. I flinched, but kept standing in front of her.

"What are you doing here"? Ashlyn asked me.
I struggled to keep calm, but I managed it anyway. "Why Ashlyn, why did you have to do this? You know as well as I do that this is way out of control".
"I don't know what you're talking about Ashley, but look around you. Everyone is the real thing, and I don't know why. Maybe this is just a dream¨. Ashlyn told me.
"YOUR WATER IS CONTAMINATING ALL OF US¨! I yelled back at her. I shivered at the thought of me yelling at such a powerful girl.
"No it's not¨! Ashlyn hissed back at me.
I let my cats drink the water. Nothing happened at all. For 30 minutes, nothing at all happened. Then I saw my pets race down to this purple, and dark green puddle. They drank it and then it happened. Tigerlily and Tigger became vampire cats, and then Goony became a vampire falcon. I stared in horror at Ashlyn, ready to explode at her, when I saw her eyes turn red, and her eyes began to glow. Everyone elses eyes began to do the same thing.

I started to climb the invisible ladder higher and higher, to get away from everyone. I could feel my hand shaking so hard I'd thought they'd fall off. Then I watched in terror as my fake teeth dropped to the ground. Everyone was staring at me with glares in their eyes. Ashlyn, Justin, Lexy, Alex, even my own brothers. Ashlyn flew up to me, grabbed me, and threw me down on the ground.

"You aren't one of us; you must be held prisoner or surrender and become one of us¨. Ashlyn growled at me.

A young boy named Travis, who I've known since I was younger, was a democratic vampire. He cackled "Yea, Ashley, decide now or else¨.

I felt so weak, and everyone from Palomino, Pinto, Crestwood, and Briarwood drive was surrounding me. I weakly turned my head to the puddle. I've seen that puddle every Halloween, and it had been there only on Halloween. But now it had the same swirling red eyes as everyone else.
I pleaded everyone "Stop it, please; this isn¡¦t how Halloween is supposed to be celebrated¨!

This time, a boy who was from a different neighborhood, Alex Becker, who went trick-or-treating with Travis, who was the grim-reaper, replied "Ashley, you were always a scardey baby, too afraid to show your claws. Now you must pay¨!

"ATTACK¨! Ashlyn yowled, and everyone slowly stalked to me. Then, well, I felt claws thrown into me, teeth sunk into me, my blood being sucked out, swords, and punches thrown into me.......

When I woke up, I was all better. Everyone was back to normal. But one thing that really makes my spine cold is that....no one remembers all of this. Only I do from my scars from teeth, claws, swords, etc. But every Halloween, from now on they go back to the same thing. Every year. And without the puddle too.....
THE END!

[Maia :3]

I'm entering the scary story contest with a story I made for a school a while back.

Our hero....

Jenny's thoughts were in turmoil;her whole family was missing,gone without a trace.Of course her family had been acting oddly all week but it wasn't like them to just leave.Thinking about it,the whole had town had been acting odd,as if controlled.How or by what she didn't know.

She ran through the house for the third time,looking for any clues that might tell were they were,knowing she wasn't going to find anything.Jenny flew past her room,the only one that she hadn't entered yet.She slowed and entered the room,tears in her eye's,muttering under her breath.Why did they have to leave,just when....

Her mouth became a O f shock,a scream about to unfurl itself.The reason;a bloody,mangled corpse,lying face down strewn across her bed.She took quick staggered steps back,out of her room.Jenny tried to calm herself before yelling to herself mentally "Do something!Don't just stand there."

The metallic scent of blood panicked her more;she slowly turned around to face whatever was behind her.A character stood there,blood lust clear on his face.A knife was in his hand,the light glinting off the crimson liquid on it.There was a moment of silence before the figure lept at her,knife aiming toward her throat,showing fangs in his mouth.Then mere inches from her skin,he disappeared nothing left of him.

Jenny sprinted through the house,now seeing rotten corpses where there had been none before.The face's were glaring at her,their skulls grinning,as if saying she only had a short time left.

She had been so expecting to see her yard,it's flowers and hedges untouched,that it was all she saw at first;then she blinked.It all came clear.The deathly pale figures,that looked so much like normal humans,except for the animallike hunger in their eyes.

They grabbed her roughly but careful not to make her bleed.As she glanced into their faces she saw friends and family,all looking as if they wanted to kill her.She didn't scream,she couldn't.Then a carnivorous face loamed over her,as if to rip her flesh off;his putrid scent disgusting her as he leaned forward,before everything melted into a black fog.

Jenny rose,minutes later,from her faint.Laying on her bed the soft silking sheets...wait,silk?She didn't have silk sheets.Her eye's peeled open,gulping nervously.The air tasted old,musty;like the empty house down the street,she thought sickeningly.She jumped up and pivoted,the sheet's curling around her feet.The sight that met her was not one of the best sights she had even seen,in fact it was one of the worst ones.

The "people" in front of her where of rotting flesh that was falling off of shockingly white bones or of the craving humans she had seen earlier or pelted humans with curving crimson fangs,but none where more gruesome and blood-curling that what could only be called demons.There eye's glowed with a cold fire,a ravenous hunger.

They were all slowly approaching her,mouths open,as if they were going to consume her.Jenny gulped thinking nervously perhaps they were.Then surprisingly a large,slender,black cat walked through the creaking doorway.

It started to strut toward Jenny,arrogance in every step.As if passed the monstrosities they fell backwards,eye's rolling back into their heads.Jenny should have been scared but she was too oblivious in her relif to be thinking if that the cat would kill the others then it would kill her without a second glance.

She opened her arms to hold the cat but unfortunately it never got that far.The feline stopped a few feet in front of her before transforming into a cloaked figure,the face hidden in the shadows of the hood.In his hand there was a scythe,freshly sharpened.Jenny's face had contorted with horror,a scream escaping her lips.

Then nothing but a flash of silver and Jenny's head rolling on the floor,the soft plop of blood the only noise.The reaper threw back his head and cackled,sadistic and cold.In the next few weeks nuclear war would start,blood would taint the ground,and the human race would become all but extinct,and the only one who could've saved us was decapitated.

[starslegacy]

NOT DONE

One pack and one pack only ruled over this domain.
Other packs of wolves were unheard of.
As far as the current residence as well as their ancestors knew.
No other groups of wolves have setteled here or around this area for years upon years.
For centuries upon centuries.
No wolf or canine alike has stepped over these borders.
Nor set paw on these lands.
One fateful winter morning.
As the ground sparkled with glittering specks of white frost.
After a long cold night of relentless snow fall.
That one morning marked a new beggining day three wolf pup brothers.
The only in their litter.
Strayed away from their home camp.
When they were each a year old.
By doing so they discovered a new world.
The brothers stayed together.
Keeping their family bonds alive.
They hunted together.
Slept together.
As they grew.
The eldest brother Tomahawk grew apart from the others.
He had a thirst for blood.
Not prey, but wolf.
His sick obsession drove him away from friendship, love, any kindness at all.
He later found some outcasts roaming around.
He gathered them in a small, but mighty clan.
He lead by dictatorship.
Every one obeyed for fear of what would happen.
He formed the clan Blood Clan.
The next brother War Paint.
Was foolish and a bit crazy.
He stayed longer with his little brother.
Then Tomahawk did.
Still one day he thought it was time to run his own pack.
So he to split from the group.
He claimed a land in the name of Wolf Clan.
See such a simple name.
He was a bit cuckoo.
So now the littlest brother Shessonae was left.
He was lonely.
He missed the bonds with his brothers.
He was the smart one of the three.
Shessonae finally left to gather members.
He formed Death Clan.
For the sorrow of losing his closest friends.
He lead his clan with smart decisions.
Every member loved him, adored him.
They looked up to him.
After a couple of years.
Each of the three brothers.
Had a dream.

Dream World

An elder wolf sat upon a great rock.
With a smaller younger wolf below him on the ground.
To each of the brothers.
The smaller wolf was them.
The Elder began.

"My child.
Even though you have lead and produced a great clan.
You need you brothers guidance and wisdom.
In order to maintain your spot as leader.
In a few weeks time there will be a full moon.
You must go and meet your brothers there.
On the ridge.
Right at midnight.
There the answers will be revealed.
With that the elder disappeared into a starry mist."

Real World

With that they finally realized.
That they could no longer live with out the support of the other brothers.
Even Tomahawk the most cold hearted of them.
Felt a total loss.
For the bonds they once shared and held most dear.
One day under a full moon.
The air was crisp and fresh.
It was early autumn.
Their breath billowed.
As the warm air in their mouths meet the coldness of the outside.
Just as the moon reached its peak spot in the sky.
The three leaders appeared.
On the top of a ridge.
Each was shocked to actually see that all of them had come.
Just as the dream had told them to.
"So..."
One of them began.
Just as a mist swirled around them.
It appeared to consist of stars.
A older wolf shape began to appear.
He took full form in the center of the group.
"Greetings Elder. We have been expecting you."
All three said at the same time.
As if they were all under a trance.
"I am pleased to meet you all in person this time."
The elder dipped his head in greetings to the leaders.
"There is an ancient prophecy. That has been handed down through out the generations. Though recently no one seems to remember it any more. This is why I have called you here tonight. "

"An ancient prophecy?"
Shesshonae inquired.
Looking puzzled.

"Yes. The prophecy states. That three pups will be born after traditions are forgotten. They will become powerfull in their own ways. If after a while they don't join together. To support each other. All their leaderships will be taken from them."
The Elder said.

"So we have to join together. In order to protect our thrones?"
Asked one of the males.

"Yes you must at once. Create a council and run it together. Give each other tips on how to help their clan. Help each clan thrive."
The Elder said. Then he dissolved into a starry mist once more.

"Wow."
Shesshonae breathed.

"So I guess we form a council group."
Tomahawk said.

"I guess so."
Said War Paint.

The three brothers formed an alliance together.
Who had sworn to never fight again.
Yet, as they tried to get along.
Their devious ways of being males.
Lead to betrayl and mistrust.

Each brother devised plans to over take one anogther.
To be the one and only king.

[triskaideka]

Well, since everyone else is doing a story... I guess I'll have to do something different. Even tho' it's been a while since I read the books, I decided to go ahead and do challenge #3!

BRIGHT'S MASK

>>... Well, I hope that you enjoy it... even if teh artwork is lacking. I just thought that this concept worked the best in comic form :3.

[solarstar]

CLICK FOR PICTURE

That's my Halloween picture

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Lawl at the Brightheart comic [though aren't Brightheart and Cloudtail mates later on...?] GAH spoiler. << >> <<

[triskaideka]

**SPOILER-ISHNESS**

Nya, Nya, Leafia, 'tis true. That's why there's the "Little did they know" at the bottom.

[shiftingpaw]

Can you enter more than once for the contest?

[solarstar]

You caN ENTER AS MANY CONTESTS AS YOU WANT, BUT i DON'T THINK YOU CAN ENTER THE SAME CONTEST TWICE.

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Hm, I guess I will allow up to 2 entries per member per contest. But no maor than that xD

[shiftingpaw]

Here are my entries:
this on is a funny picture...
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and this on is a "scary/creepy" picture...
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Congrats Mai for winning the best story!