"It is forbidden for a reason, young one. Love makes you weak, a fraction of yourself. It keeps you from being the best you can be and that is why we must mask it. Ambition, intelligence, strength - now those are qualities that will get you through this harsh life. But being loving, compassionate, kind? Those are the best ways to get yourself killed." Generations after the Masked Uprising and the fall of StarClan, DarkClan's way of life is no less harsh. Emotions are strictly forbidden and any talk of the Old Life is considered treasonous and punishable by death. It is in this cruel setting that Nightpaw finds himself apprenticed to the only cat with an ounce of freedom: the truth-teller, a cat specifically chosen by the Masked to remember the history of DarkClan. Yet, Nightpaw doubts the truth in the truth-teller's stories and finds them even harder to reconcile when he is visited by someone he'd been taught no longer exists. Caught between fear and curiosity, the truth-teller's apprentice finds himself stuck between two versions of the Clan's history - two truths where there should only be one. And he will stop at nothing until the truth is unmasked. // I have the story rated as teen. Please be warned that there will be a lot of bloodshed and dark matters discussed in this novel.

(Credit to @MysteriousCurl for the cover idea!) - Updated every other Saturday - They appeared when we least expected. The Passing of Moons had cast a shadow over everything in sight, and dark clouds fanned out like wings on the horizon, a terrifying winged beast seeking to devour the sun as it grew dim. When the darkness hit, and the clouds were illuminated with a dying red light, we swore there was a moment when the clouds seemed almost alive; eyes glowing like fiery coals. We knew it was them by then. There was a wail, somewhere in the crowd, and panic settled in. There were cries, screams of terror, but the flames surrounded us before we had the chance to run. The fire had appeared out of nowhere and we could see nothing other than the light of the flame, our fear was drowned out by the crackling and spitting as the flames pursued us. One by one, we fell, swallowed away by the growing blaze. Only the air was frigid, and the fire was cold - ice cold. Freezing burns covered our ears and legs and flanks, and the drowning cries were accompanied by a sickening shatter of something that definitely wasn't ice. Before we knew, we were dying. A painless, horrifying death, and we couldn't shake the thought that we had it all wrong. We weren't going to be rescued. There was no miracle, no shining hope within our midst. This was the end. Who could save us now? ---Reviews--- This is really well written! And so mysterious, I really want to know what happens next! Not to mention the prophecy is fantastic. ~Sparrowheart838 This- This is so- Just- AMAZING SO GOOD I LOVE IT I'm in love with the prophecy Seriously, I just love it allll! ~RiverShadow This is absolutely beautiful, powerful, chilling and tense. Your writing is amazing and I cannot tell you how much I am in awe of this book. ~Cloudfall_Sweg [MAY CONTAIN GROTESQUE IMAGERY]

"Like lightning, a cat will strike through the forest. But as lightning seems powerful, it disappears when the storm ends." Countless moons after the Great Battle, the Clans are lively with new kits, healthy cats, plentiful prey and many useful herbs. But, all cannot be calm forever. Mistakes happen and for Tangletuft, one of the biggest mistakes is about to arrive in her path.

Onekit, Dovekit, and Tigerkit are born to ThunderClan. These strange kits seem to have the attention of both StarClan and the Dark Forest -- and soon figure out they have a prophecy attached to them, which will continue to tear their lives apart. Book #1 of the Path of Stars arc. Cover made by FrostyLorekit Highest point of fame: #175 in Fantasy Started: August 28 2016 Completed: March 22 2016