Thanks! If no one wants to do Claaws's power, I'm going to do it. But anyone can still share their idea.

i have two ideas, she can die first or last and I've writen two different stories for both. Tell me which one you like better. 

First;  Claaws looked up at the moon with her white eyes, teeming with crimson from within. She heard a rustle from behind her and swerved one of her large ears around. Human. The turned her head to face them, her pearl-white toothy grin forced from a snarl. "Ah, Claaws. Just the...Panther we were looking for."

Claaws got up and unsheathed her long, silvery thin claws, which with one swipe could kill anything from a mouse, to a greedy human. She curled her long tail out from around her paws and took a dangerous step towards the bushes. As she did, a small human emerged with wavy blond hair and icy blue eyes. In his hand was a vile of something golden and silver, in the other was a thin spear, carved from shinny obsidian. His teeth were wickedly white...too white for any creature...and his cheeks were red even in the silver moonlight. "What do you want," Claaws sat down calmly. "I already told you I couldn't find the Powers's lair. No one has seen them in seasons, human."

"That's Kyndom King to you, animal," he snarled back.

Claaws growled in anger, but calmed herself swiftly, seeing she had said the wronge thing to this human. "Yes, king," she said through clenched teeth. 

The human smiled, beckoning foward a horse. The carmel steed spoke animal too quietly for Claaws to hear, to something behind it, a crow possibly, but human knew their language back then, as animals still know human. "No," the human growled in response to the animal. "I want the panther."

Claaws looked questioningly into the darkness. It never accured to her once that they were on to her real identity. And she watched as a dark spotted panther with haunting yellow eyes walked into the moonlight and sat down at the humans feet, almost as big as the small child. "Tell me, those eyes arnt normal for a panther, are they," the panther shook its head no. "Those claws are oddly silver, are they not," the panther shook its head yes. "And the pattern on the fur, looks almost like scales, does it not," the panther shook its head yes again.

and before Claaws knew what was happening the spear was hurtling towards her heart...but bounced off. "Dragon," the human snarled. "Spy," he spit at her feet.

and the hole time the panther just watched with sole percing eyes. She couldn't deffend herself. She had to come clean. So with one flick of her ear, a black mist engolphed her, and the air around her. In three seconds flat a dragon filled the space she was once in, and the space around her. Dragon bent her head to look the human in the eyes. "You've caught me," she let her sour breath blow across his face like the wind, batting aside the panther with a shove of her gaunt head. "But now all you can do is watch your army suffer, and do some suffering yourself. Your no king and you never will be. Your a human. Your insane." 

She drew her head back, then slashed her claws in the kings direction. But before she could reach the king, something almost like pain stabbed her talon. Impossible! Powers can't feel pain. Powers can't get wounded! Powers. Can't. Die. 

She drew her talon away to see a percing like a burn, slowly eating away her scales. It stopped shortly though. She turned her head back to the smirking unharmed human. "What magic is this?"

the human smiled. "I call it I.B.G. Incredible Brazilian Goo. Its a liquid that can only hurt Powers, as we saw your reactions to some flowers awhile ago and thought we could turn that to a weakness. we extracted it from the peatles of numbourus flowers of all different species. We tested it on some animals while they were sleeping. It hurt none but you. Then we knew it worked, and there was a Spy mong us. With this new descovery, we were thinking about making a guild. We would call it B.I.G., Brazilin Inquiry Guild, and rule all land, sky, and water with it, as soon as you Powers die. And that will be soon enough."

"I should've killed you earlyer." Claaws slashed out again, ignoring the pain, and hit him. She heard a desolving noise and felt lots of pain before pulling away.

"I covered myself in it too. Nothing can hurt me! I'm all powerful and will rule the world!"

fear flashed in Claaws eyes. He was actually going to do it. He was going to kill the Powers. "You don't get it!" She roared frantically. "We are just trying to protect the Powers the Magical Flower (I really don't know what the flower's called:) )  gave us! Without us, your world will turn back to just volcanos! No one can survive like that! Not even your B.I.G.! You have to listen! Please!"

"it's too late for that," he growled. "I am the king of Kyndom! All animals will now bow at my feet,  even the all great Powers!"

his eyes were too wild, too greedy, here was no telling him otherwise. They would all die. Unless she could escape and tell the others so they could go into hiding forever. She spred her wings and leaped into the sky. But the king of Kyndom saw it coming. He raised his hand, and flung it down hard. Arrows were everywhere. Pain was all over her. She was burning. With a loud crash she was on the ground in front of the human. "The Powers will rule no more!" He yelled to the croud around him. They screamed in agreement all around her. But if her power was gone, maybe they could see reason and stop before killing the others.

The king stepped onto her head and yelled, loud and soul piercing. In his hand was a green sword. 

The Dragon was dead. The crowd cheered as the king took the sword out of her head.  She went limp under his feet and bounced when he leaped off it. "We have five more to go," he yelled, leading the way back into the forest.

it wasn't a long time later, just untill the human was far out of hearing. A single drop of black blood ran down the dragons once beautiful black head.it planted itself in the earth, and in less then a few seconds a flower stem started to grow. In a heartbeat it was a beautiful flower, with one of six golden peatles. The peatle fell, and the stem crumbled. The first of six has fallen. 

As the peatle hit the ground a single dark tooth fell from Dragon's mouth. They touched, and a golden sparkle covered both, only to reveal a sharp trumpet made from a tooth. A mighty roar yowled from the heavens, and the dragon's body was gone. But it's spirit remained, jumping into the trumpet with one mighty leap. 

With one call from this instrument, the king of all beasts will awaken to roam the earth once more.

With the ghoastly words, a panther with yellow eyes emerged from the darkness. A moment passed and the human was back. "She's gone," he hissed, summoned by the mighty roar. 

"No,"the panther hissed. "She's in there. You can't really kill a Power."

The panther picked up the tooth with its shinny teeth. "One blow could summon the Dragon. We need a gaurd to make sure that will never happen."

the human snarled as if a wonderful idea struck him. "Whatever animal the a Power could turn into will gaurd it, as payment for their spy forms, they'll watch their once freind a of kind gaurd them for the rest of eternity. Well make sure that will happen for all of them."

the panther dropped the tooth.

"So that makes me the first guardian."

the last one is coming soon. Please tell me what you think!

The Power of Eye, the power to see what is hidden, to see in the dark, to see the truth.

Okay, that randomly landed into my brain from out of nowhere, but it's an idea. Like, maybe a cat could have the Power of Eye, GASP, OR AN OWL! OR HAWK! OR WHATEVER CAN SEE REALLY WELL! OOOH, OWL OR CAT! Yeah, Owl or Cat. That's my idea. People have already got ideas for the Powers, but this is another one. I think someone mentioned a Power of Eye before, but I've added onto that idea, I think. Hmm... now what do I do with this idea? I'm just gonna ask what everyone thinks of it. Is it cool? Would it work? Should I make a story about it? Do these questions make sense? Is it dum? Seriously, if you think it's dum then say it, I want your real opinions here!

So, what do YOU think, Admins?

"raka!" Sure you can help rake up the leaves with a rake, but there isn't really a lot of leaves to rake up..

Nice idea Chinchilla/Ivy (what one should I call you?) We already have six powers though, please tell us which magical creature you would want to pair with it, and tell us your story! We will have to change something's about some of our story's, but if you really want it we could fit it in. (Or if you don't want it that bad, give a shot at writing about one of the ones we already have, the Power of Wing, Power of Claw, Power of Fin, (we have a lot of stories about the Power of Hoof and Power of Howl) try writing a backround story too, and you can write a Power story for Claaws aka Dragon (Power of Tooth/Darkness)

oh and I'm still working on the one where Claaws is the last to die. Thanks for your opinion Chinchilla/Ivy. The next one is going to be waaaaaaay more intense. :) ;)

Here, I drew all the powers, tell me if you like.

Oh, I forgat Claaws. Here's a quick sketch. 

There was a howl. And I knew something wasn't right. I ran in the direction and hid in the shadows as a human held up a vile of something Amber. Like a liquid made from the nectar of a flower. Then he walked away. I stepped out of the bushes to see Angle Wolf. Dead. But before I could do anything The bushes where the human had gone rustled, and i dived for the bushes just as an amber wolf appeared. Suddenly the howl was replayed in a flash of lightning, and a single tear ran down the face of my dearest freind, my sister, and planted itself into the ground. Then a flower grew, with one golden peatle. Then the peatle fell, and the flower crumbled. "The first of six has fallen," I whispered. The howl echoed around the air, and as the peatle fell, seemed to collide and make a horn, beautiful yet despicable. Who would imprison a howl that great in an instrument to small? Then the wolf was gone, and she watched as her spirit leaped into the great instrument. Then she knew what was happening. "One blow from this instrument will summon the beast who has fallen, but will rise again."

The wolf stepped forward, and admired the instrument. "She escaped," the human crashed out from the bushes.

"No," the wolf growled. "You can't kill a Power. We need a guardian to gaurd her so no one ever summons her again."

The human smiled cold and despicable. "How about whatever their spy forms could turn into, to punish them for trusting this one species. For ever being a species. For ever disobeying the King."

the wolf glanced back down at the horn, sharing his despicable smile. "So that makes me the first guardian."

Claaws silently cursed those animals and ran all the way back to their secret lair, not daring to turn into Dragon until safely hidden. Once in she transformed and roard calmly, "they've found a way to kill us."

Immediate panic. "How? We can't be killed!"

"There was something in a vile, poison of some kind. Poison that can kill a Power." 

The next decade they only went out to check on the humans, to spy and to watch. And everytime they split up, one didn't come back. They couldn't do anything but hope they survived. Then the time came when the last roar echoed the trees, and Claaws was the only Power left. She felt the greed in the humans as they saw their power, one Dragon away. She knew she was going to die anyway. She had to try and stop this.

She beat her mighty wings up to the human camp. She whispered the silent good byes to the world  the Powers created, the world they had all tryed to protect, and landed in front of the so called king. "The last one has come too us," he smirked. "Face your doom, Dragon. Or should I say Claaws? Trader."

no time to think. To worry. To listen to the screams around her. She lunged for his throat. It was only a small crack, but with that crack came freedom. But as she bit down, a sour liqued flouted into her mouth, drying out everything it touched. She couldn't keep it from sinking into her body. She couldn't hold her ground as she fell beside the Human King. In her last dying breath, a drop of blood made a flower. Of which glowed like her mother. There was one beautiful peatle, bright and seeping with a hidden darkness. The rest were ghoastly, as if they didn't really exist. "The last of six has fallen," she stampered, as the golden peatle dislodged itself from the flower, making the stem crumble and the ghoasts disapear. "Be prepaired to enter a world of peirl. Of suffering. The Powers will return, if not soon, then later, if not later then soon, and every animal and human alike will suffer... in...our...wrath."

then the peatle hit the ground, and Dragon was gone. A spirit in the peatle that had combined with a black tooth from the dead dragon. And there she waited. Planing revenge. Feeding her wrath...and greed.

i hope you like, I only used Angle Wolf in the first part as an example. Any power can die first, and I was hoping with that seen I wrote first. But I don't know if Dragon should die first or last, tell me which one you guys like better.

But everyone can come up with their own. That was just mine. Please tell me if you like it.