The new book is gonna the new book. It will be based off Warriors and inspired by The Giver. Without further wait here is a small part of the prologue.

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. How did it come to this? The berries stood in front of her, taunting her. Why did she have to be so stupid. Where did she go wrong.

"Eat the herbs!" The black leader hissed her eyes burning. The brown she-cat turned away, no matter how much she tried she couldn't blend in. "Paint, I'm not going to ask again,"

Paint shook her head, she wanted to draw everything out before her release. She wanted to feel everything one last time. Paint wanted to run past the territory feeling the soft green grass under her paws, grass she had once called gray. Paint had once called everything gray, she used to be like every other cat.

Where did it all go wrong? Paint knew the answer to that question, it was that last strike. It was all her fault.

Paint couldn't stop thinking about everything she had ever known. As  her eyes became glassy and her ears droopy Paint took a deep breath. "Please you don't know what you're doing," Paint whispered a single tear falling to the dirt ground.

The black leader didn't reply, she simply narrowed her eyes and flicked her tail at two of the guards.

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Again the chapter will be longer and will be revised and edited. Please constructive criticism is welcomed! It really helps me write a successful book you guys will like.

This is Dusky signing off.