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Short pieces of writing are 500-1000 SB depending on the complicatedness, short ones are usually one or two paragraphs. Longer pieces take more time and usually more effort, so will cost 1-2 GB. If you want multiple pieces done, it would be 500 SB per lion! Which you can convert to GB if easier.

(some lore I did for an oc) This would be priced as 600 SB
a fluffy tom-cat who can run for miles without exhausting himself. He was originally born to Thunderclan alongside his twin sister Briar'Song, who detested him. His parents were Morning'Daze, a sunny coloured she, and Tundra'Fur, a blue-ish grey and white tom. As a kit he often complained about seeing tall glittery cats in corners or around camp, and the visions only grew worse as he grew older. His sister took her chance and told the clan leader, South'star, that Cougar'paw had secretly informed her that he was being trained by dark forest, and that the visions were evil cats and that her brother would be a traitor. South'star favoured Briar'paw over Cougar'paw, and was quick to exile Cougar'paw without hesitation. The apprentice lived as simply Cougar for quite a bit, then decided he might as well give himself a warrior name, Cougar'bright.


(A snippet of the book I'm making) This would be 1000 SB/1 GB
Under the cover of darkness, silhouettes slunk between the thin tree trunks, the branches reaching down like crooked figures as the pack travelled. The thud of paw-steps echoed throughout the forest, growls filling the rigid air. Dawn was beginning to break as the sun cast its rays over the cold wood, the dead forest bare and deserted by all things living, all things except them. The wolves quickened their pace, their pitch black pelts shone like ink, eyes flicking over the forest and moving faster to get to their destination before the sun rose. 'Omen, are you sure there is a cavern around here? All I see is trees.' The young apprentice, Altair, spoke up, padding to the alpha of the pack. 'I know what I was told, Altair, keep walking. We'll be there soon.' Omen kept his pace steady, not turning to the apprentice as he spoke. Altair flattened his ears and fell back into the group, looking down at his russet paws.

Trees cast shadows on the dry ground, and the wolves were beginning to grow tired of walking. After all, the pack had been travelling for days now, and rumours spread that the camp Omen spoke about would be a trick, and they were all going after nothing. After a few hours more of walking, the rocky path began to fade into softer grounds, the thick branches of the trees allowed a faint yet visible strand of sunlight to shine through the canopy. A group of the largest wolves came forward to investigate the area, while the alpha looked on knowingly. 'Nightshades, the cavern is around here, begin making your dens for the night.' Omen barked, sitting up and searching for the cave. Eventually he came across a dip in the ground where the land parted, surrounded by rocks as some sort of defence. The cavern was big enough to harbour the entire pack for a night.


(short den paragraph) A den paragraph would most likely be around 1-3 GB
The glittering icicles clung to the sides and edges of the tundra, like frosty thorns poking out of a sleeping beast. The wind hissed and howled, throwing itself against the ice and chucking snow in the air like a child throwing a tantrum. Your fur was clumped with snow, and it felt like there was nothing ahead of this chilling desert of frozen ice. You shiver, trying to force yourself forward but it was like your paws had frozen on the spot. You pause and try to shake snow from your fur. Suddenly, something makes you stop, and you glance up, curling your lip in a snarl in hopes to intimidate anything, or anyone, that could be lurking just out of your sight. You could hear quiet whispers that the wind picked up, and you narrow your eyes a bit to try find the owner of the voice.
'River'petal, its a newcomer..' A voice murmured, almost inaudible.
'They could be a threat. You never know, Smokey'Leopard.' A more firm voice spoke, their tone cold and powerful. You step back a bit, your ears flattening uncertainly. You were about to try run off when you felt snow shift under your paws, making you fall over. Then there was the stinging pain of sharp claws in your back, you could see red staining the white snow as you slowly lost consciousness. There seemed to be yelling for a moment, and a tall, blue-ish lioness stepped back from you, glaring at you hatefully before you fainted.


(long writing, 3-5 GB)

Deimos lunged back and dug his claws into his brother's throat, snarling viciously, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent. Omen yelped in surprise and struggled under his older brother's weight, choking as his lungs were crushed, clawing at Deimos's chest and fighting to push him off, yet the sacred crystals made his opponent infinitely more powerful. Deimos grabbed Omen's throat, sinking his fangs into flesh till it met bone before throwing the black wolf to the side of a rock. There was a sick crack as Omen's wings were broken, taking laboured, desperate breaths and forcing himself to his paws, keeping his wings to his sides and hissing in agony, his eyes glazing over before he fell to the ground from the pain, bleeding out on to the ground, barely conscious. Deimos laughed, walking up to his brother and pinning a claw to his head. He'd lower his head to Omen's, speaking in a mocking tone. 'Isn't this sad, brother? You've changed.. mortal life has weakened you, hasn't it?'

Omen growled faintly, moving a paw to try push Deimos away, but being too exhausted. 'Aren't you going to even try fight back? This'll be easier than I thought.' The panther dug his claws into Omen's skull, taking pleasure in his brother's pained whines. 'Not so powerful now, are you? You're pathetic, brother. You brought this upon yourself.' Deimos claws at his brother's head, scarring it with a kite shape across his forehead. The wound bled, staining the wolf's black fur with red, like paint flicked over oil. Omen snarled, his eyes glazed over, losing his grip on consciousness. He fell into darkness, feeling Deimos leave by the retreating paw-steps he could hear, then it just went into a dull silence. His entire body felt numb, fur sticking up in clumps of blood.



He came back to consciousness in the cavern, feeling damp moss on his pelt, his vision blurred by the pain in his body. Omen warily opened his eyes, hearing a ringing sound in his head as he got up, digging his claws into the soil and trying to catch his breath, his head spinning, exhausted from the fight. As his vision cleared he realized he was in the newly formed medic den, the strong scent of herbs filled his nose as he breathed in to calm himself. The herbal bandages on his wings prevented him from moving them. For a second he attempted to stand up, though the aching pain in his chest convinced him otherwise. He could hear the faint whimpers and murmurs of his pack outside the healing den, flicking his fiery red gaze over the den. His eyes were still adjusting to the light, and it took him a second to notice the marble-pelted healer sitting behind him, quietly looking at the wounds. The female was a bit taller and sleeker than other wolves, with a black and white splotched pelt covered with grey crackles, and foreseeing amber eyes that seemed to hold the knowledge of the spirits. Omen pinned his ears back light, panic beginning to rise in his stomach as he looked at the she-wolf beside him. 'Pearl?' He whispered after a moment, his tone hesitant. Her golden eyes glanced up at him briefly, pupils thinned as Pearl got to her paws, pacing over the den for a moment as she thought, then sat down in front of the pack alpha and spoke, 'You'll be staying in the den for a few more weeks. Your wings still need to heal. And no, the pack didn't see your wings, don't worry about that.' She lowered her head for a moment, her voice calm and soothing despite her anxious movements and her eyes flicking to other corners of the den every few moments.

'Weeks? But the pack can't stay here, we were supposed to move by tomorrow.' There was worry in his tone, pinning his ears back and forcing himself to his paws, wincing under his breath, feeling very faint. Pearl gave a quiet sigh and stood up, putting her head to Omen's and gently guiding him back to the nest. The wolf growled faintly, though kept still, his voice tense and quick. Deimos knew where the pack was, and there was no doubt in his mind that his brother would try cause some trouble. He hadn't been afraid to murder the guardians, a pack of wolves would be nothing to him if he did try. 'I know. The pack can wait a while longer, we can't have our leader being weakened while travelling. You're lucky you're alive, Omen. If the wound was a few inches to the left you'd be killed.' Pearl sighed, looking to the pack alpha, who shifted his paws uncomfortably in the soil. 'But I can't stay here, Pearl. You know the pack need to keep travelling, there's too many threats here.' Omen seemed to be stressed, digging his claws into the moss bed, a burning sensation made his fur bristle and stand on end. 'The pack needs a strong leader, Omen. Stay here to heal, it isn't an offer.' The healer responded firmly, approaching omen and putting a paw on his wing to bandage it more. Pearl was the only one in the pack who knew about his demonic origin, and she hid it very well, calmly wrapping poultice around the wolf's large wings. Omen gave in eventually, sighing and laying his head on his paws, the kite marking on his head had faded by now, which confused him, since it had been a deep wound.