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ok, first off, im sooooooo sorry i havnt been writing! i fianlly wrote it, and i hope you guys enjoy this, and i hope you guys arn't mad at me for not posting in a billion years. 

PART ONE!!!!!! 

In a dark forest far from here, a smiling girl stepped out onto her deck. She took a deep breath and climbed up on the wooden railing, then spread her arms and jumped.
A small brown bird swooped past the Market, her wings spread wide. It’s a wonderful day for flying, Kymeelia thought. She doubled back and landed on the Market’s balcony. Shifting back into human form, Kymeelia swung open the wide doors and stepped inside. The Market was full of everything you could emagine - food, furniture, accessories, pets, pet supplies, and toys - which was a lot for their little village. Striding over to the aisle marked PET SUPPLIES, she grazed the shelves for Arinkiks Bird Food. stopping at a medium bag, Kymeelia checked the price. Not bad, she thought.

Fifteen minutes later, Kymeelia emerged from the Market with a small bag of bird food. She scowled at the doorway, where the irritating cashier was trying to make another customer pay extra. Kymeelia sighed and tucked the bird food into her satchel. She shifted back into a bird and flew off, the satchel turning to saddlebags that were made for a bird.
She flew down to the forest floor, where a few young children were playing. Kymeelia sped over their heads and swooped around a large oak tree. She vaguely knew the person who lived on it- G something. Oh yeah, Gamaen. She was distracted by her thoughts and a second later she was on a pile of dead leaves staring up at a boy with light blue eyes and a confused expression. Kymeelia felt her heart skip a beat before passing out.
Bradley stared at the bird. It was just… lying there. He sighed and picked up the limp brown shape, cradling it in his hands. He could feel a heartbeat- maybe the bird was unconscious, it had slammed into that tree pretty hard. A second later the bird's eyes fluttered open and it jumped out of his hands, landing on the ground as a brown-haired girl with a leaf stuck to her face.
“Um.” he said. The girl looked straight at him.
“Uh, hi! I'm Kymeelia?” the girl said. Bradley nodded.
“Im Bradley. A… are you okay?”
Kymeelia shrugged.
“I think so.” she said, plucking the leaf off.
Suddenly, a boy with coppery red hair burst through the trees. Kymeelia jerked away from Bradley and stared at the boy, who, on closer inspection, seemed to be a girl. No wait- a boy. No… Kymeelia decided the person was both. The person ignored Kymeelia and Bradley and left as quickly as they came. Kymeelia looked at Bradley, confused.

Dare made their way to the Dark Market, which, unlike the Market, was not known by every occupant of the village. Dare took a length of wire from their pocket and secured their hair in a messy ponytail. They picked up a handful of dirt and smeared it on their tunic. In the Dark Market, it was better to act fierce- Not that Dare needed too, they were plenty scary as they were, with black clothing and a fierce smile, steely gray eyes boring into the clerks soul. They slammed a bag of small silver coins down on the counter, then growled,

"Fourteen silverthornes. Now." the clerk gulped and ran into the back, where the more dangerous poisons were kept. Dare dropped the act once she was out of site and wondered if the clerk was new. She definitely was, they concluded, as shouts from the back room echoed through the flimsy metal door.

"NO! That's GOLDTHORN! You can't give a customer that, it's waiting for the Queen! And anyways, I thought you would've known the difference!" Dare gave a grudging grin and leaned on the counter, elbows propped on a stack of grimey papers.The clerk came back, rubbing a red mark on her cheek. Dare lifted their head quickly, pretending to not have been looking at the papers- which, oddly, were maps on which lines had been drawn, and a curly S in each corner. there was bits of cramped writing on the parchment, and Dare had read one: We have to find Sylvie. Dare guessed that was what the S's were for. They looked up at the clerk and studied her green-gray eyes. 

"Here's your Thornes." she said, pulling the papers out of the way. Dare took the cloth bundle and pushed the sack of coins forward. 

"Oh my, this is a lot- Boss will be happy." the clerk said. another shout came from the back;

"TRIIIIIIIIIS! Get yourself back here, the Garguuns have escaped again!" 

"Stupid old bat." The clerk muttered. She picked up the sack and did the traditional half-bow to Dare, then hurried into the back room. Dare shrugged and grabbed the cloth bundle, then ran outside. They rubbed the dirt off and let down their hair, then dashed off toward the Witch's hut.

Gamean walked out on his deck to see what was going on at the base of his tree. There were two people, one male and one female staring off into the distance. He pulled open a hatch in his deck and unfurled a limp rope ladder. Gamean climbed down nimbly, trying not to make the ladder sway too much. Once on firm ground, he strode over to the two people. “Uh, is everything alright?” Gamean asked. “Yes yes, i was just going home.” said the female hurriedly. “OK?” he says. He climbs back up the ladder and closes the hatch. Gamean stepped inside his house and opened the second door to the left in the hallway. He dove on to his bed and started to sofly sing to the plant on his bedside table. The meny buds all opened at once due to Gamean’s request. I was soothing to see, since the pistil of the flower (the middle of the flower) was like a little face, staring up at him with great interest. 

Journey sat on the edge of a workbench studying a strange book which had writing in a foren language. she sighed and put the book aside, deciding to work on it later.  Journey got up and grabbed a bag of orange powder and an oddly shaped bowl. She placed them on the workbench and grabbed a bottle labeled Errich. She poured half of the green liquid into the bowl, then adding a pinch of the orange powder. She then grabbed a packet of ground up rosseltin roots, which had the odor of rotting meat. Journey scrunched up her nose and got out a measuring cup. She shaked out a half pound of roots and poured a drop of Fisly Water into the measuring cup. She then dumped it into the bowl with a grimmance, waiting for the normal loud bang to come. It hadn’t sounded yet so she peeked into the bowl when suddenly a big green dust cloud exploded in her face.

Rosadin shaded her eyes from the sun, as she looked up at the sky to see if the eagle was still staring at her. It was still there, but it’s back faced Rosadin. She went back to reading, but she was restless. She put her book down and climbed over the railing of her deck and scaled down the tree. She ran over to a huge tree that was perfect for climbing. Rosadin stuck her foot in a small crevice and pulled herself up. In a matter of seconds she was halfway off the huge tree. She grabbed the branch above her and swung her body up and around the branch, landing her feet on a branch a short ways up. She grabbed another branch and pushed herself into a standing position to pull her legs up on the next branch and so on. She was at the very top of the tree three seconds later. It felt good to be at the top of the tree, staring out to the village. It looked pretty cool, since there were many trees adding their green touch to the village, but also there were brown rooftops, but at the very edge of the village there was one black rooftop, which led to a dark gray house that was the Witches Hut. 

Tris wished he could quit her job, but it was the only job that had good pay. She was not happy when her boss called her to come to the back because the Garguuns had escaped AGAIN. She trudged into the back room to see little ugly creatures flying around the room. One made a dash for the open door, but the door swung shut instantly. “Welp, you know what to do, I'll take care of having no clerk for a minute, so hurry!” her boss said a little loudly. Tris dashed around the room, trying to catch a pig-like creature which was flying for the open door. But, before it could get a foot closer, the door automatically shut. Tris’s hands wrapped around the wrinkled skin and she kicked open a small cage, thrusting the Garguun in the small space. She latched the cage and opened the top “door” that she would put the others in by. But, before she went to catch the others, she grabbed a packet from a shelf and ripped open the top. She took a pinch of the silver power and sprinkled it in the cage. The Garguun in the cage fell asleep. She smiled at the sleeping powder in the packet and reached out to grab another Garguun.

“Rally the troops. Now.”
“Wh-why, Commander Sir?”
“Because I said so. There's a group of tall old trees to the North-West. We have to get rid of them immediately.”
“B-but, Sir, there's things living in those trees…”
“I DON’T CARE! They can burn!”
“Sir-”
“DON'T ‘SIR’ ME, NAUTILUS! GET YOUR SORRY BOTTOM BACK TO THE BARRACKS AND RALLY! THE! TROOPS!”
“O-okay…”
“Okay SIR, Nautilus!”
“Okay, s-sir! I-I’ll go right away!”

Elrenen stared at the roof, wondering if his note would do something. Wel- “BOOM” Elrenen jumped off the couch and dashed to the window. There was a white contraption coming closer and closer to the edge of the forest. With every step it took, it made the ground shake. His house was wobbling on its tree, which made him uncomfortable. There was a scream from outside. It was a sharp scream, with a mixture of crying and sniffling. Elrenen gets knocked down to the floor when suddenly, the shaking stops. Everything is quiet, and normal. He flinched when a new sound came through the window. “CKVREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” it hurt his ea rs, making the sharp sound bounce around his eardrums. Elrenen’s head filled with pain, and he thought what is this...? So much of one repeating noise...

Ash had braced herself when the shaking had started, 

But now she loosened her grip on the wooden chair, turning her attention back to the viney plant sitting sideways on the table in front of her. A noise, a very agitating noise, krept through the walls to her ears. “ARG!!!!” she yelled. Why can’t I just work in peace? Ash thought as she slouched to a small closet. She took out a heavy pair of soundproof headphones she had bought and slapped them over her ears. “SCREEEEE - sweet sweet silence. She sat back down and looked at the plant. All she did was stare. All the plant did was sit there. Ash rolled her eyes and tried again. Think think think. Finally the plants' viney arms started to move around, faster and faster, until they were a spinning blur of green aiming towards her armpits. “NO i don’t want you attached to me no get away! You! Little! Plant! She swatted the mess ov vines back into the pot and grumbled “when will this work?!?!”

Willow was skill shakin from the tremendous noises, but she had to make sure Cedar was ok. “Cedar? Witch room are you in?” she asked softly. “My bedroom.” a weak voice said. Willow runs to Ced’s  room and gasps. His dresser had fallen on to his legs and he was trying to wiggle out. “Ced! Oh my gosh, are you ok?” she says as  Willow rushes to his side. “I think.” Cedar says firmly. she grabs a corner of the dresser and heaves up, slowly freeing Cedar’s right leg. 

Cedar trys to pull his left leg free, but the weight of the dresser is still on his foot. He reaches his arms up and pushes what little of the dresser he can reach, trying to make it easier for Willow. She’s panting in the effort to raise the dresser, since it’s not very light. He stuck his right leg up to support the dresser more and used his hand to pull on his left leg. His foot slipped out of his sneaker and wiggled out from under the dresser. Cedar sprained up and pushed with all of his might on the dresser, finally getting it upright. 

Krisoula was plugging her ears and humming to herself, trying to block out the noise. The ground shakes again, making the tree’s leaves rustle.  She thought about her sisters again, who would now be 14, 9 and 5 now. She had missed their birthdays... Kris climbed down the tree and with over to a blueberry bush, her nimble fingers picking the deep blue blueberries. She pops them in her mouth, crunching them thoughtfully. I wonder if I could find my way back home...  but the burners... why does this have to be so hard?!? She was angry. She just wanted to find the burners, but she also wanted to be snuggled up on the couch reading The Forest Wonders to her sisters. They were almost done, but she had left on the 4,843rd page out of 5,000. She sulked over to the tree and climbed back into its thick branches, thinking about her mother.

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Well, theres part one! hope you like and stay safe! 

AHHH I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's the charrie sheet:

Name: Lanike Sherki, but goes by Mar and won't tell you his real name, partially because it's the name of a criminal.

Age: 11

Gender/pronouns: Male

Foriasteenola or human: Foriasteenola

Appearance: Orangish brown hair clearly cut (very unevenly) with a scimitar. Hazel eyes. Underfed looking; skinny and small. Unkempt and rather muddy. Wears a worn dark grey/green/brown tunic, no shoes, a sheathed scimitar, and a small knapsack containing (sometimes) a small amount of food, sticks from a game called Pick up Sticks, a blanket, and sometimes Ashel, a marbled cat stuffie made by Mar's brother a long time ago (though usually he carries her).

Personality: Blunt, truthful but not honest, clever but not learned. Very shy. Usually only goes near others when forced. Reserved. Imaginative but not unrealistic. Doesn't know how to be around other foriasteenolas, often gets social-y things wrong, and can be rude or offensive without meaning to be. Not good at collaboration but good at working on his own (although he gets distracted). In a state of constant anxious alertness. Really detail-oriented and notices the tiniest details and changes. Finds it hard to relax, even just a little. Secretive. Diligent but not always focused. Really, really, really passionate about things (wild cats, particularly marbled cats, and exploring the forest) as long as they stay interesting but doesn't let many people know about them. Not that emotional or expressive (other than the anxiousness) but very rarely has short, furious outbursts that usually involve tears, fleeing the area, and (if near others) a single push, punch, or kick. (Doesn't yell and usually doesn't talk either.) When he does have them it's humiliating.

Powers: Can turn into a marbled cat at will, allowing him to be almost invisible, mostly still, climb incredibly, and go down trees headfirst. However, he can't use it for more than an hour at a time (including turning it off and on again to make it last longer, which he's tried) and then has to go two hours without using it and isn't good at it yet so his human form sometimes flickers in and he has to consciously turn back. (Marbled cats are rainforest animals.)

Background: (Poor Mar.) Used to call himself Lanike, his real name. Got Ashel from Reshinerr, his brother, on his 4th birthday as his only present (ever). His parents (who ignored them) accidentally set a fire that burned down a fair amount of trees and treehouses but blamed it on Mar (5) and Reshinerr (10), who had to escape to avoid a punishment that involved being seperated (as I don't know your world I'm leaving it fairly open). Mar got his scar when some ruthless bounty hunters were trying to capture them (especially ruthless because Mar was 8 and Reshinerr 13) and Reshinerr only barely managed to keep him alive. Reshinerr wasn't ideal - he got angry a lot and could be teasing, spiteful, and impatient - but he did care about Mar a lot and was usually nicer. (Also, Mar can be completely and utterly exasperating and is NOT an easy person to live with, especially when he was younger because while he's more anxious now he's actually calmed down some.) Reshinerr died from injuries after he and 9-year-old Mar had to fight a group of humans. That was devastating and awful. It still is. That's when he decided he was Mar, not Lanike, wanting to distance himself from his past and also not liking that he was a criminal. Mar had always loved the exploring forest, but loves it more now. Anyone trying to mess with it is going down.

And by any means necessary. 

Shipping: No

Other: Is in a state of constant motion - pacing, fidgeting, etc. - and can't be still for more than a few seconds unless he's in marbled cat form. Illiterate and unlearned (Reshinerr tried to teach him several times and it didn't go well) but good at sleight of hand from playing Pick up Sticks. Can work well on a small amount of food because that's what he's used to (he still gets really, really hungry, eats enough if at all possible, and isn't at his best when hungry but is better than most). Ashel is mostly real to him and he usually carries her but puts her in his backpack if she might get lost. Really likes exploring and looking for wild cats, especially marbled cats, and has actually been able to see some in the jungle. Has an inaudible voice. Refuses to talk about his backstory. Fairly morally grey, has stolen before and will do it again, to survive but still.

It's off to a great start!  Keep up the great work.

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