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A Writer's Autopsy: Ghosts
    Neon: Been a long time, eh?
    Emoji: Oh, yeah. I haven't talked to in about... 2 minutes. So long.
    Neon: I'm talking about the DA thing you retard.
    Emoji: Right. I knew that.
    Neon: So what's the topic today?
    Emoji: Ghosts.
    Neon: Those are fake.
    Emoji: Not true. I've got one in my house right now. It knocks stuff over and creeps my dog out.
    Neon: I think you're talking about your cat.
    Emoji: My dog is not scared of my cat, you know that already. But for real, the ghost in my house scares the cat too. Like, he'll be sitting on my bed, then all of a sudden he'll stare at something on the COMPLETELY BLANK wall and freak out and dart out of my room. No warning whatsoever.
    Neon: I've never seen one, so I don't believe in them. There is barely any proof that they're real, anyway.
 
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A Warrior's Revival: Chapter One
    Umberpaw's eyes flew open. He sprang to his paws, looking around. Cats were milling around him, not even so much as glancing at the strange apprentice standing there. Umberpaw was about to freak out when he remembered; he was dead, and he was in ThunderClan.
    Almost as soon as he realized this, a cat walked right by him.
    No.
    The cat had walked through him.
    Umberpaw gasped as another cat passed right through him, not even noticing. Umberpaw spun around and found himself face to face with a she-cat. She had a black pelt and a big, white spot on her back. Umberpaw couldn't help but notice how pretty she was.
    And that she was staring right at him.
    It wasn't until another warrior gasped that Umberpaw also noticed the splashes of blood all over her pelt. Another cat stumbled into the camp behind her, and they stared at each other in horror.
 
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A Writer's Autopsy: Women's March
    Emoji: I'm about to write a really long paragraph, so just hold in there Neon.
    Neon: Stealing my spotlight, huh?
    Emoji: You didn't have one to begin with.
    Neon: Let's get one thing straight: I hate you. Now please, continue.
    Emoji: OK. So you all know about the women's marches, right? How multiple women marched in some kind of parade spitting out crap about women's rights? Well, that's all it really is; crap. What rights do us women not have? We can do anything men can do, as long as we put our minds to it. These women who march for "equal rights" have no idea what they are talking about. They have no idea what women in other countries are dealing with. Here in America we can do and say whatever we want, as long as it's not bad. We can be with whoever we want, be whatever we want. Look at what other women in other countries can't do. Those women can't be with whoever they want. They have arra
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A Writer's Autopsy: Edgar Allan Poe
Emoji: Woah! This guy is freaking insane!
Neon: Yeah, he is. Did you even listen in class the past, like, month?
Emoji: I didn't mean literally. I mean his writing is insane! It's awesome! If you guys have never read any of his stories, you need to.
Neon: Dude, are you serious? Edgar Allan Poe's writing scared the crap out of me! There's a murderer in every story. That's weird.
Emoji: That's the best part! It's awesome! You get to see through the eyes of a murderer and a crazy man and so many other kinds of people. That's quite the experience, if you ask me.
Neon: Not the kind of experience I want to go through.
Emoji: You're such a pessimist. All you do is point out how bad everything is.
Neon: I'm just doing my job in life.
Emoji: This is why you can't become a teacher.
Neon: I do what I want! If I want to be a teacher, I'm going to be a teacher!
Emoji: Why did you want to be called Neon? You couldn't be bright if your life depended on it.
Neon: I'm a master of disguise, man. I
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A Warrior's Revival: Prologue
    Nightpaw stalked through the marshy forest. Her brother, Umberpaw, slithered through the underbrush beside her. They were taking their final assessment today.
    Together.
    Nightpaw hated hunting with Umberpaw. He was better at both hunting and fishing, and while he didn't gloat about it, he didn't try to hide it. What was even worse, though, was that Nightpaw's mentor, Gingerpelt, thought it would be better if Nightpaw and Umberpaw worked together.
    Nightpaw grumbled just thinking about it.
    "If you keep making those noises you'll scare off all the prey and the fish, Nightpaw," Umberpaw teased.
    "You'll still end up catching them all, Umberpaw, Oh Holy One," Nightpaw growled. "And besides, I don't need your advice. I can hunt perfectly fine on my own."
    "Whatever you say, little sis," Umberpaw replied, cuffing Nightpaw on the ear and dashing off.
 
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A Writer's Autopsy: New Years Resolutions
    Alright so this is a little late but I wanted to talk about New Years resolutions and how absurd people make them.
    Some people are like "Hey, I'll exercise more," and others are like "Hey, I'm going to exercise for 7 hours straight every single day." And yeah, that's possible for SOME people, but not the majority. Another good example would be "I'm going to watch Netflix less often" compared to "I'm going to limit myself to 30 minutes of Netflix every day." Obviously, it just can't be done.
    Honestly, though, everyone knows that they never do their New Years resolution anyway. I certainly don't. That may be the real fault in the whole idea as well. I don't know who came up with this idea, but it may not be the best one. Sure, it motivates some people, but not Americans. Us Americans are far too lazy to fulfill some goal we set for ourselves. A goal that's either too easy or too hard. A goal that no one truly achieves.
If you
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A Writer's Autopsy: Haters
I have a huge problem with haters. I can't say I've dealt with a ton of them myself, but I have a few friends who have.
You may not know this, but haters don't tell the truth. They may stretch the truth, making it sound like you're terrible, even though your just fine. Adults try to tell us that haters act the way they do because they have their own problems, but that's just not true. Most haters hate on you because they want the satisfaction of control. They like the thought of being in control of how you feel and act. And when you don't react, they push you. They push you to your limit until you fall over the edge. They will brake you, or die trying. They won't give up until you do.
That's probably what you think I would say. You couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, maybe they won't stop. Most will, though. But they'll only stop if you stop reacting. If you ignore them, they'll stop. And after they stop, forgive them.
I hope you enjoyed this one. Have a good morning, afternoon,
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A Writer's Autopsy: Attention Seekers
Today we will be talking about people who do hopeless things for attention. These kinds of people will go out of they're way to make themselves look vulnerable. I once knew a girl who made people think she was depressed. She wasn't. Trust me. She acted depressed in one hallway and was perfectly fine in another. Because of her, though, I figured out the pattern of the attention seekers. They act depressed or sad or vulnerable in front of the people whose opinion matters. People who are popular, or even their friends. All that matters to them is having all the attention on them. Sooner or later, though, they'll end up all alone with no one to complain to.
I hope you guys liked this one. I was inspired by a recent sighting of a perfectly fine attention seeker. These people make me so frustrated. So please, comment if you have anything to add or object to. I'm completely open to anything you have to say, but I will most likely argue so be warned.
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A Writer's Autopsy
What are we discussing today?
Cheesy Christmas movie channels
    Now I don't know about you, but I just can't stand the TV channels that try to make there own movies. Especially the Christmas movies. Like OMG. They all have something to do with love and someone's job and "getting into the Christmas spirit". I wouldn't really care so much if they would make good movies. If you ask me, the only time you are allowed to make an abundance of Christmas movies is when you make good Christmas movies. My good friend would most likely be yelling at me right now, telling me the movies are amazing. And yeah, if you're into those cheesy movies that are so similar it's aggravating, then you might like them. And ok, I'll admit; the movie "Elf" may be somewhat cheesy and good at the same time, but its got God's perfect comedian, Will Ferrell, so it has to be good. Other than that, channels like "Hallmark" just bother me. But the worst part is that everybody likes these channels. As a m
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    Neon: Been a long time, eh?

    Emoji: Oh, yeah. I haven't talked to in about... 2 minutes. So long.

    Neon: I'm talking about the DA thing you retard.

    Emoji: Right. I knew that.

    Neon: So what's the topic today?

    Emoji: Ghosts.

    Neon: Those are fake.

    Emoji: Not true. I've got one in my house right now. It knocks stuff over and creeps my dog out.

    Neon: I think you're talking about your cat.

    Emoji: My dog is not scared of my cat, you know that already. But for real, the ghost in my house scares the cat too. Like, he'll be sitting on my bed, then all of a sudden he'll stare at something on the COMPLETELY BLANK wall and freak out and dart out of my room. No warning whatsoever.

    Neon: I've never seen one, so I don't believe in them. There is barely any proof that they're real, anyway.

    Emoji: Oh. They're real. And there's proof. Go Google it.

    Neon: You know what? I will! I'll be right back.

                                                                                                            *3 minutes later*

    Neon: OMG! What did I tell you?! Ghosts are so real! I can't believe you thought they weren't!

    Emoji: What are you talking about!? I told YOU that they were real!

    Neon: Stop lying, bro.

    Emoji: I hate you. We're done here.
A Writer's Autopsy: Ghosts
WOW! Been a while guys!
BTW, Emoji allowed me, Neon, to write this description while I was staying over.
I want to get one thing straight here; Emoji is not better than me at anything and she is obviously not as great as I am.
OK. That's all.
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This is the first mandala I've ever done.
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I've never really succeeded in drawing mandalas so I'm super happy that this one turned out to be pretty okay.
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    Umberpaw's eyes flew open. He sprang to his paws, looking around. Cats were milling around him, not even so much as glancing at the strange apprentice standing there. Umberpaw was about to freak out when he remembered; he was dead, and he was in ThunderClan.
    Almost as soon as he realized this, a cat walked right by him.
    No.
    The cat had walked through him.
    Umberpaw gasped as another cat passed right through him, not even noticing. Umberpaw spun around and found himself face to face with a she-cat. She had a black pelt and a big, white spot on her back. Umberpaw couldn't help but notice how pretty she was.
    And that she was staring right at him.
    It wasn't until another warrior gasped that Umberpaw also noticed the splashes of blood all over her pelt. Another cat stumbled into the camp behind her, and they stared at each other in horror.
    The new cat, a broad shouldered tabby, took a shaky step away from her, saying, "Murderer."
    There was a collective gasp throughout the Clan. The she-cat looked mortified.
    "Murderer!" The tom said again, louder this time. "You killed him!"
    Suddenly a tall silver tom stepped out of a cave at the top of a rock pile. "What is going on out here?" He boomed. A hush fell over the Clan.
    This must be Birchstar, ThunderClan's leader, Umberpaw thought. He had seen the tom at Gatherings, but never this close. Umberpaw was curious, though. Birchstar was said to have the power to see StarClan cats. I wonder if he can see me.
    
"Duskfeather! Sh-she killed Owlclaw!" The tabby tom exclaimed. The Clan gasped, throwing surprised and accusing glances at Duskfeather.
    Birchstar looked at Duskfeather in surprise. "Is this true?" He growled.
    The she-cat, Duskfeather, shook her head quickly. "Of course not! I would nev--"
    She was cut off as a small gray tom came through the entrance, dragging a white and brown-striped tom along with him. Both toms had blood all over them, but the white tom was leaving a trail of blood as he was dragged in. Duskfeather gazed at the tom with grief and hopelessness.
    "I told you!" The brown tom exclaimed. "She killed him. Me and Skypaw were there to see it, too!"
    Birchstar ripped his gaze away from the white tom, Owlclaw, and glared at Duskfeather. "This is unacceptable. You have killed our deputy," he rasped, his voice sharp. "From this moment on, you, Duskfeather, are not a ThunderClan warrior. You have committed a crime that can never be forgiven." Birchstar raised his head, his eyes cold as ice, and said, "Now get out!"
    Duskfeather looked around. She was obviously searching for someone, anyone, who could prove she would never do that.
    "She's innocent!" Umberpaw yelled to Birchstar. The silver tom didn't seem to hear him.
    No one did.
    Except Duskfeather, who was staring at him in awe.
    "GET OUT!" Birchstar roared again.
    Duskfeather turned on her heal and ran. Umberpaw ran after her, but she was too quick, and he lost her.


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    Umberpaw padded through the forest. It was unfamiliar, and yet he knew his way around. When he had lost Duskfeather, he had decided to find his way out of ThunderClan's territory, so that was what he was doing.
    There was an almost full moon above him, which was odd, since it hadn't even been a day since he had died. There wasn't even a half moon when he died.
    How long was I gone?
    Six days.
    
Umberpaw jumped as Raymond's voice rumbled in his head.
    How are you in my head? Umberpaw asked.
    I'm not here to explain myself. Raymond sighed. Ever the pinnacle of impatience. I just came to tell you that you were given your warrior name after you died. You are now called Umberstrike.
    
Umberstrike. It had a nice ring to it.
    That's all? Umberstrike asked the invisible tom. He was answered by the retreating feeling he had in his head. Raymond was gone.
    Umberstrike let out an exasperated sigh. A bush to his right suddenly shook and a small yelp came out of it. Umberstrike turned and pushed his nose through.
    There she was, cowering in fear in a bush with no pride, no dignity, left inside her.
    Duskfeather.
    She looked in fear at Umberstrike, who was frozen. This cat could actually see him.
    Umberstrike was about to say something when Duskfeather beat him to it.
    "What are you?" She growled. "You certainly aren't ThunderClan, or my Clanmates would have actually acknowledged your existence back in the camp. So where are you from? ShadowClan? WindClan?"
    I'm actually dead. "I'm from RiverClan," Umberstrike replied, leaving out the extra details.
    Surprise flickered through Duskfeather's eyes, and she stood up. "What's a RiverClan warrior like you doing in ThunderClan?" She asked, studying him closely.
    Umberstrike stepped through the bush to stand in front of her. She was slightly taller than him. "That's none of your concern," he said dismissively. "what we need to worry about right now is getting you back to your Clan."
    "Why would you help me?" She asked. "I'm a murderer, remember?"
    "I don't believe that," Umberstrike replied, flicking his tail. "You certainly don't look like a murderer. You don't act like one, either."
    Duskfeather looked unconvinced. "How do I know you're not here to punish me? That's something Birchstar would do, especially because it was Owlclaw who died."
    Umberstrike decided to avoid the question. How could he explain himself without giving away too much detail? "Was Birchstar close to Owlclaw?" He asked.
    "Oh, yes," Duskfeather nodded vigorously. "Those two were always together. Birchstar never did anything without Owlclaw. Hey, what's your name, anyway?" She peered closely at Umberstrike, as if trying to read his mind.
    "Umberstrike," he replied, taking the smallest step backward.
    Duskfeather seemed satisfied. "Alright. I'm Duskfeather, but you probably already know that." Umberstrike nodded. "Yeah, thought so. Well come on. We need to get out of ThunderClan territory before they send a patrol after me." Duskfeather turned and began walking toward the edge of the territory. Umberstrike followed close behind.
    At some points, Duskfeather would get ahead, and Umberstrike would feel queasy and lightheaded, so he tried to stay as close as possible.
    Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of walking, the strong ThunderClan scent disappeared. Duskfeather turned to get a better look at Umberstrike. She tilted her head ever so slightly. Umberstrike could feel her gaze travel along his legs and torso.
    Then, a realization hit him smack in the face. Great StarClan! She's going to attack me!
    
Before Umberstrike could protest, though, Duskfeather pounced.
A Warrior's Revival: Chapter One
Well, well, well. Umberstrike seems to have found the cat. The one he needs to help.
But she doesn't seem to trust him.
So what will Umberstrike do to earn her trust?
I don't know! She attacked him before he could start trying!
It seems that Umberstrike might just stay dead forever...

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I don't really know what to put here so I'll just wing it. I have a cat. His name is Leo. He is what you might call my muse. I love to draw cats because of him. I love to write stories about cats because of him. It's all because of him, the devil of all cats, that I am here on this website writing this bio.
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