Gender:female

Age:15

Eyes:blue

Name:sarah

Hair:brown,my best friend says it's dirty blonde.(dyed red/burgundy(s.p) as of April 27, 2015)

I have freckles.

My warrior cats name is brave heart a brown she-cat with blue eyes. I'm a soccer player and volleyball player, my soccer number is 33 and my volleyball number is 22 btw. I am not really good at grammar so I can read incorrect grammar and think it is correct grammar. I also have braces. I am also planning on going into the marines when I turn 18. If y'all got any questions about me that aren't to personal ask away or ideas for my story's like names and stuff just pm me or kIk me at huntergurl2000. Also my Nerdclan name is bearkit. follow my two instagram account for fangirl craziness!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my_multi_fandom_account and harry_potter_lover_2000. I'm in karate!yeeyee!

Warriors Fan Oath

I'll remember Brightheart, When I see a scar on someones face.

I will think of WindClan, Every time I win a race.

I'll remember Silverstream, When I see a young mother.

I'll remember Violet, When I worry about my brother.

I will remember Goosefeather, When nobody believes me.

I will think of Scourge, When someone's teased for being tiny.

I'll remember Mothwing, When I find it hard to believe.

I'll be reminded of Princess, When I see someone, who seems naive.

I'll always think of Heathertail, When someone wants to be 'just friends'.

I will think of StarClan, When I am near the end.

I will think of Tawnypelt, Whenever I feel judged.

I will think of Darkstripe, When somebody holds a grudge.

I promise to remember Cinderheart, When I climb a tree.

I'll remember Midnight, Whenever I'm at sea.

I'll remember Leafpool, When I must follow my heart.

I will think of Hollyleaf, If I ever fall apart.

I'll remember Brambleclaw, When I must prove myself.

I'll remember Spottedleaf, When I'm suffering from bad health.

I'll remember Lionblaze, When I am feeling strong.

I'll remember Tigerstar, If I choose the path that's wrong.

I'll remember Dovewing, When I hear of something far away.

I'll remember Cloudtail, When a kitten catches their first prey.

I'll remember Bluestar, Whenever I must choose.

I'll remember Crowfeather, When the one I love, I loose.

Feathertail will be in my mind, Whenever I must be brave.

And I'll remember The Tribe, When I'm in a cave.

I'll remember Ashfur, When somebody breaks my heart.

I'll remember Barley, When me and my siblings are far apart.

I'll remember Ivypool, When I try to be the best.

I'll remember Firestar, When my loyalty's put to the test.

I'll remember Crookedstar, If someone abandons me.

I'll remember Ravenpaw, If I ever have to flee.

I'll remember Jayfeather, When I have a strange dream.

I'll think of Cherrytail and Sparrowpelt, Whenever I eat cream.

I'll always think of Cinderpelt, When my leg is sore.

I'll remember Longtail, When I can see no more.

I'll remember the many battles, When I see conflict or strife.

I promise to remember all these cats, For the rest of my life.

Harry Potter Oath:

I promise to remember Harry
Each time I see Lightning
and I Promise to remember Ron
When I see red hair that’s blinding
I promise to obey School rules
For Hermione’s sake of course
And I promise to remember Malfoy
when my heart fills with remorse

I promise to remember Ginny
Whenever I see an adoring fan
And i promise to remember Neville
when someone feels “no” but they say “i can”
I promise to remember Luna
Whenever i see the moon
And i promise to remember Fred and George
when i see someone acting like a lion

I promise to remember Dumbledore
when i see someone with Long grey hair
And i promise to remember Molly
when someone tells me they care
I promise to remember Tom Riddle
whenever i am scared
And i promise to remember Hedwig
when someone says “ Always with you till end”

Yes I promise to love Harry Potter
wherever I may go
So that all may see my obsession
Because I know what he Harry Potter fans know

Harry Potter isn’t an obsession... it’s a way of living life

For God...

Mary had a little Lamb, His fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went, the Lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day, t'wasn't even against the rule.

It made the children laugh and play, to see that Lamb at school.

And then the rules all changed one day, illegal it became; to bring the Lamb of God to school, or even speak his name!

Every day got worse and worse, and days turned into years.

Instead of hearing children laugh, we hear gunshots and tears.

What must we do to stop the crime that's in our school's today?

Let's let the Lamb come back to school, and teach our kids to pray.

Amen I say to that.

Why do we SLEEP in church, but stay awake for the two hour MOVIE? Why is it so HARD to talk about God, but so EASY to gossip? Why are we so BORED when we look at a Christian magazine, but find it EASY to read Playboy? Why is it so easy to IGNORE a Godly Facebook post, but we REPOST the nasty ones? Why are CHURCHES getting smaller, but BARS and CLUBS are growing? repost if you truly believe in GOD.

Did you know that 98% of teenagers won't stand up for God? and that 93% of the people who read this won't re-post this?

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...

He had no degree, though they called him Teacher...

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...

He had no army, yet kings feared Him...

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world...

He committed no crime, yet they crucified him...

He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.
So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'
He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can :1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1