How is a description paper different than a narration (story) paper?
How does a description of yourself as an animal, vegetable, or mineral relate to the focus on a description?

Typically, a Description might well be offered by a third person implied. Where as a Narrative could be offered by a third person, a secondary character or the primary character in the story.

Such as: COPY-WRITE 2008 DSbook2LSH

The few candles lighted barely offered enough of a glow to see the vague, mostly transparent image, of the child who appeared almost to sit on the stool next to Henri Brook’s tall worktable. The Mage fed a bit more of the stored energies, which had originally belonged to the waif, back to him, slowly, carefully, but steadily.

The boy’s form wavered slightly and then seemed to become more than it had been, almost stable. Not that you could really tell for sure that his hair had been the color of sun warmed corn silk nor that his eyes had once held the soft, misty blue of the sky at early dawn. Looking at, well, more through him than at him; it was more of a hint of the prior form that he had worn and who he had been when he lived his grubby life, mostly alone, on the streets in the worst part of Cooperstown.

This is descriptive...but not from anyone in particular, anyone could have seen this.

More than once Aunt Morgan had thumped me in sword practice for not breathing correctly; and yet, the next day I managed to hold my breath again so hard was I concentrating. I had been sparing with Dante, and determined to get a sound killing blow this time. His reach was longer than mine and so I had to be sneaky about how I would in get close enough to score on him. I was trying so hard to keep him from moving close enough on me, while looking for the one possible moment I might move in on him.

Suddenly, Auntie had slipped behind me and whacked me hard on the back! I had leapt forward and spun slightly to meet a new possible challenge, it would not be the first time she had joined in unexpectedly, and Dante grabbed me from behind before I could turn again or move out between them!

“You were holding your breath AGAIN, Laurel!” Aunt Morgan bellowed at
me.

Well, being held up off of the ground and full of fury I took a deep breath then, and threw my head back hard. Dante barely caught the movement just in time to avoid being clipped hard on the chin by the back of my head, and with no warning dropped me on the sandy floor of the salle like a heap of laundry.

That was my chance and I took it. Spinning on my backside I threw out my legs and knocked his out from under him before he could react, then rolled, still holding my sword of wood tightly. He struggled to get up quickly. I did not bother trying to rise but threw myself toward him with my sword aiming for his neck. He had dropped his sword when he grabbed me and could not yet reach it! I pulled my thrust at the last moment so that I might be granted a kill, the first yet I had managed against my beloved husband!

Dante’s eyes had been wide with surprise and then slowly a grin came to his lips. We were frozen a moment and I was breathing hard, harder than he was, but still as his face reflected his delight at my actions, I too began to smile. I rocked back pulling my sword, and reached out with my other hand to his reaching for me. Lizbeth Morgan, John’s Aunt, strolled over to us as we helped each other rise, and Dante bent to retrieve his practice blade from the sand. She looked up at him with a grin on her face.

“She had you dead on that one I think! My boy, your throat would have been wide open had she not pulled her thrust!”

This is Narrative. Someone specific is telling us what happened in the story.