| Sequel to Imperfect | "You really do have a dream and cause, but can you make it strong enough to withstand this world? Your impregnability is remarkable, but that can all be proven wrong with a single command..." Hurricane has gone through the Tribe of Shining Suns and the Tribe of Roaming Spirits and still hasn't found a safe world. She has gathered very few cats that support her cause and is wandering the imperfectly perfect world with a foolish dream. Tied by family, she struggles to fight for a cause when she knows a single action from her could end the life of a loved one. But in this dark world, nothing can change, and the sun's bright rays or a spirit's freedom can't save her. Arrow is thrust into a world that he never knew of. Ever since that bloodbath night, his perfect home crumbles before his eyes while he stands in the middle of it all. With Origanum gone and Eagle in charge, he is no longer safe in a place he called home. The brilliant sun now hides behind a dark cloud and forces him to realize that no arrow of hope could ever pull him out of the nightmare. Blizzard doesn't know her future anymore. Before chaos unrolled, she had a family- the Storm Siblings. Ever since the loss of Tsunami, Hurricane, and Lightning, they are no more. Forced in a game of pawns under her father's tyranny, she can only hope that she can be swept along with the crowd. No matter how strong or cold a blizzard is and no matter how much trouble and damage it leaves in its wake, the sun will continue to shine endlessly. | Note: This is my story! All characters and plot belong to me! Copying is NOT PERMITTED | {Credits to @anfarlamb for editing!}

"The darkness was never meant to be, and two cats, high and proud will lead and destroy." On the day of his apprentice ceremony, Icepaw had a dream that forever shattered the peace of the forest. Darkness surrounds Icepaw and his Clan as a mysterious new prophecy hints that trouble will soon come. He is determined to protect his Clan at all costs from the danger, but what he didn't know is that the danger lurked closer before than it ever has, and Icepaw has to put in all of his strength to protect the Clan he has come to love very much. But with the darkness rising, he is also facing troubles as well. He didn't know who he could trust anymore, who he could love, or what he should do. All Icepaw wanted to do was become a warrior, but he did not know that he had to pay such high prices for the actions he was to take. * * * >>ALL RIGHTS RESERVED; don't use the characters or story without prior permission from the author! Story completed November 2015.<< ((DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors. THIS IS A FANFICTION!)) ((EDITING COMPLETE - 19 July 2018.))

"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.

// Sequel to Unmasked "Are you not listening? We don't have time. The longer we wait the more of our own die. They grow stronger every day - the newest batch of apprentices will be trained in assassination, for StarClan's sake! And if they have the ability to pick us off, one by one, then who will remain to put an end to Dawnstar's reign?" Dewkit knows very little of the rebellion his mother took part in. For him, home is the brick walls and cardboard dens of the alley cat camp; a loving mother, a host of friends, and a just leader. Here, his twisted back leg and crumpled ears are of no significance - until the poison of DarkClan begins to spread closer and closer, endangering this peaceful life and bringing with it the threat of war. Lightpaw trains hard, day and night, to live up to DarkClan's standards - and her mother's and father's. Yet, as Dawnstar's cruelty grows and darkness looms over the Clan, Lightpaw finds herself wondering if the stories she heard from Nightchaser as a kit could have any truth to them. Her thoughts put her at risk, but can she truly live out her days as nothing more than a pawn in Dawnstar's game?

// Sequel to Unmasked and Unmarked "Where is your courage, your strength? Where are your loyalties? Because mine are right here, with the Clan, and I would die fighting for it if necessary." Shademask remembers DarkClan all too well and is still tormented by the things he did under Dawnstar's reign. Though well-respected in the newly formed RockClan, he doubts his own worth and loyalty as a warrior - especially when the dead come to haunt him. Skypaw knows of DarkClan only as an outsider, once a kittypet and now part of the reborn Clans. Her new life in SeaClan is exciting but dangerous, and the comforts of her old home prick at her memory. There are some who would want her back, leading her astray from her new allegiance. Rosekit does not know of DarkClan at all, or the father who refuses to claim her as his own. Constantly overshadowed by her sister, she is not sure where her place in MoorClan is, or if there simply isn't one for her. Promises of safety and belonging may prove hard to reject if offered. Though DarkClan has ceased to exist, its remnants continue to float beneath the surface, threatening to break the bonds being forged. There is a thin line between the darkness and the light, and the making of a new life and stirring up the ashes of the old.

An anthology of all the one-shots I have written for contests here on Wattpad.