Ture ArtMy Contest Entry:Art is something that distracts people from their problems, to bring them into a different world; a world of prettiness, adventure, joy, hope, treasure, event, and of course the viewer's vision. For art is what you see in it. For example, a person may see an art piece of a few simple scribbles. To one person it might be a doodle that looks like a kid's doing; to another person it might look like a true thought out brilliance of expression. For, art is whatever one wants it to be. For art, is in the eye of the beholder. Art maybe a simple print on carpet or true shelf-expression? It also doesn't matter how thought-out or perfect-looking it is, to someone if might be true art; the brilliant and amazing wheel of colors or even simple black and white, that is expression expressing love or hate, good or bad, friends or foes, for art is that, for this is expression. This is true art.
Rebecca Pine templateCharacter profileName: Rebecca Bernadatte PineNickname: Becca or BeckyHouse (check the Students List): SlytherinClass (check your age): 4th yearBirthday: December 20thGender: FemaleZodiac: CancerAge (check your class) : 14Born in? (Country): BritainSexuality (Be,Staright,Gay): StraightHeight; Weight: 5'3, and weights 89 (she's small for her age)Bloodstatus (pureblood, muggleborn) if your Slytherin you must be Pureblood : PurebloodWhats your Wand made of?: Oakwood, ballisk thing, spider web (Rebecca's wand is dark brown, wih a black wooden snake on it with green stoned eyes)Eyecolor: GreenHaircolor: Black/Dark BrownOut of School Style: DarkPersonality: Easily angered, semi-antisocial, hates lots of people, aggressive, and overly ambitions, caring sometimes, ungraceful, spiteful, misunderstoodBio: Was able to talk to snakes at a young age, her parents told her there all wizards before she was 5. Her mum and dad both hate muggle-borns, and were Slytherins(are deatheaters
Heartbreak EndHeartbreak End; it all comes to an end, what will happen? Who will die? This fanfic starts with an unexpected pairing.Blackstar layered his dark den, looking at the shadowy bunch of brambles, marsh, and pine trees, and horrible shade that was ShadowClan camp. He missed his former deputy; Russetfur, a pretty dark ginger she-cat with long fur and elegant green eyes. She had been brave and loyal to ShadowClan forever. He remembers her pine-nettle scent like it was yesterday. They had had a secret relationship; they were cunning, clever, hostile, and very ambitious. He was planning to kill Lionblaze, the strong and powerful ThunderClan warrior how had killed his mate; kill him in front of his WindClan mate, Heathertail, and their half-blooded kits."Bloody half-bloods, a horror to the forest, and our great ancestors; StarClan", Blackstar muttered angrily.Meanwhile, back at the WindClan camp, Onestar, Breezepelt and Nightcloud's deaths lingered in the cats' head, Ash
Heartbreak Gathering Snakeflower flopped around WindClan camp, Ashstar had been a horrible, violent, and bossy leader. She didn't care for Ashstar and her dark ambitions to destroy the other clans and become lord of the forest and lake. She didn't' like most of the cats in WindClan, they were hostile, easily-offended, and very rude. She herself could be rude, she had been told her dead father; Breezepelt. She had a few friends, the new warriors; Whiskerface, Furzegorse, and Boulderbelly. The one she cared for the most was Owlflight of ThunderClan, every gathering they talked and had fun.Her love for him was treason to WindClan, a horribly forbidden one. Luckily, Ashstar had chosen her to attend the gathering; she was one of Ashstar's favorite warrior and one of the best fighters in the clan. As soon as she saw Owlflight, she ran towards him."Hi", purred Snakeflower happily."Hi. I've got news. My sister; Violetheather is kitting, her mate is Bumblestripe," sai
Heartbreak KitOwlflight, the son of Heathertail and Lionblaze, had now been a warrior for three moons, he was so excited, tonight he was going to be going to his first gathering, his parents had warned him not to fall for a she-cat from another clan, like they did, and the war and deaths they had brought upon ThunderClan because of it.Firestar lead ThunderClan across a bridge, the selected cats soon arrived at the frilly and mossy gathering island that was close to RiverClan's land. A gray she-cat marched towards Firestar."Greetings, Ashfoot. Where's Onestar"? Firestar asked and greeted."More like, Greetings, Ashstar, he died four sunrises go. My deputy is Sunstrike, she mentored her daughter and poor, dead Breezepelt's daughter; Snakepaw, who is a warrior now," informed Ashfoot."I'm very sorry to hear that", Firestar answered, who felt bad for Ashstar."His mate; Whitetail is taking it bad, I left her at camp to calm down", meowed Ashstar."How did Onestar die"?