"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.

A guide to creating Clans for Warriors fanfictions, starting with more general ideas, such as names, territories and histories, and narrowing it down to details such as landmarks, notable leaders and family trees. For more information on the Warriors world, check out my other guides: 'I Dub Thee' (a guide to naming), 'Follow the Leader' (a guide to Clan life) and 'On My Own' (a guide to writing Warriors fanfiction).

(NOTE: Ok I know it's been over a year since I've updated this, but I'm trying to get back into it, so please be patient. Thank you) 24 Vocaloids are chosen to battle to the death. Tributes will either kill those whom they once knew, or form alliances and try to survive together. No matter how each Vocaloid chooses to play, there is one truth: Only one of them can reign supreme, and the rest are to die and be forgotten from the world. Note/Warning: I haven't written the actual Games yet, but when I do, some, if not all, deaths will (hopefully) be disturbing and/or saddening. Read at your own risk. :)

Personal Vocaloid headcanons.