This is my biggest story I've ever written. When printed with small margins and 14 sixed print, it takes 15 whole pages. Please enjoy this hard-workedtale of a canine named Spirit! (Note: Part two in Progress- keep an eye out!)
Since I cannot post the WHOLE story in a single spoiler on my Camp( http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=576834.new#new ), here's a sneakpeak:

A trail of Despair: Spirit's One True Soul
PART 1(Sneak Peak)
Spirit wearily rose to his paws, and he ended up gasping for his breath. It was all he could no not to fall over and pass away, right there, on the same dirt his friends had died on. Maybe that’s not so bad, Spirit thought to himself, with his eyes shut, head pointed to the floor. His paws quaked with pain, but they didn’t snap in. Maybe I should just give up.
The idea sent fury coursing through his veins. Spirit’s eyes shot open, and he looked up with a new sort of confidence. Raiga turned from basking in his glory to snarling in rage at Spirit. He shot at Spirit, but Spirit ducked over, easily avoiding the attack. His eyes glared with new power, new attack, new rage, a new goal altogether.
“Why do you try so hard, boy? If you’d just die-” Raiga’s words were cut short, and his cough a small spurt of blood. His head twitched down to see Spirit’s one green paw fixated into Raiga’s slender stomach. His eyes narrowed in anger, but Spirit knew it was also in pain. “Why, I ought a kill you right here, right now, while you still have some dignity!” Raiga shrieked, furiously sending talons to Spirit’s heart. But Spirit easily hopped out of the way, and sliced his claws down Raiga’s side. He made a shrill cry of pain, but it quickly dissolved into a battle cry. Raiga lashed out, spewing dirt into the air. He had hoped that the dust would make Spirit and easier kill, but he was wrong.
PART 2 (Sneak Peak)
Spirit strode over to the wolf, and knelt low. He nudged a small bag forward, and the wolf bent over and plucked it up. He nosed it open to find the stone inside. He smiled, and called for his guards.
   “Please, escort them to the dining hall.” He said. “They deserve something in thanks, no?” The wolf asked, laughing warmly. Spirit smiled and followed the guards out of the room. Feilia padded beside him, and they soon reached to dining room.
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