After an amusing banter at the library with a mysterious guy, Savannah hopes that it's the last she'll see of the bickering boy. Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah. He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost' or 'shove off.' During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way. Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl spark a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred? <><><> WARNING: I wrote this story when I was fetus- even more fetus than I am now. I was thirteen and I finished it two or three weeks after I turned 14. That means that this story has grammatical errors. So please, read at your own risk. --- I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ON APP.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

"Clouds are swirling, a storm is near, Sightless eyes watch the sun disappear... A battle that washes the canyon blood red, Perhaps it was easier to move on instead?" After moons of wandering from place to place, RockClan has finally found what it hopes will be a permanent home: a red rock canyon where the dangers of the past moons seem far off. The prey here is plentiful, the water clean, and the only illness to be caught is heatstroke from the burning midday sun - or so it would seem, until Sparrowstar's last life is taken by the poison of a rattlesnake. It is the first of the many tragedies that follow and six young cats are left in the aftermath, a prophecy on their paws. Each one has a part to play if the Clan is to survive, but the prophecy is full of twists and turns, hard to understand. All the while, a storm creeps closer, bringing with it a new threat and challenging even the loyalties of the most honourable cats. Reluctant to wander again and too stubborn to give up easily, the Clan will battle through thick and thin to keep its new home - but at what cost? Six cats, using a prophecy as their guide, are the only thing standing in the way of the coming storm.

(ICETAIL'S ENEMY SEQUAL!) "The ancient secrets of the forest will sway of a new path for three cats alone." Everyone knows how Icestar's brother died in the Battle of Darkness. As the false Clan is gone, everyone hopes for peace, but within due time they realize that things are not over yet. The Twolegs begin to eat up the forest, and right below their paws, the caverns are changing the home for all four warrior Clans. As tree falls after tree, Icestar knows that he has to lead everyone away, even if it meant to drag the remaining proud leaders with him. Meanwhile, Icestar's kits face troubles as well. Dewkit, born with the looks and name of Dewstar, gets judged daily as if nobody would accept him for it. Ravenkit lets her ambitions get the best of herself. Time and time again, she only causes trouble, and at these extreme circumstances, extreme measures must be taken. Both kits realize that their paths are much different than their Clanmates---especially with a new prophecy on both of their paws. Will all three cats let their true fates take hold, or will they change the course of the Clans with their own hearts? * * * (This book has been DISCONTINUED) ((WARNING: read the first book, Icetail's Enemy, first. You won't understand this book if you do not.)) ((DISCLAIMER: Warriors is a series owned by Erin Hunter. This is just a fan-fiction.))

It's all about the survival of the fittest in the wild, and it isn't any different for the Clans - to survive, cats must be able to hunt and fight, and to hunt and fight, cats need claws to aid them. In ThunderClan, everything seems well for the cats - they had abundance prey and good health; nothing seemed wrong. Every cat was excited for the birth of Starlingwing's first litter of kits. She bore four healthy kits... however, one of them have a slight defect that may affect her entire life - missing claws. The Clan was horrified. How can a cat survive without claws? How was the small kit going to survive if she was attacked? Even worse, every cat was shocked at the little kit's eye colour - brown. It was unheard of for a cat to have brown eyes. Why does she have brown eyes? No prophecies, no omens, no signs from StarClan. Is Softkit a sign of ThunderClan's doom? Follow Softkit's journey to overcome her defect and survive as a true warrior of ThunderClan. × × × × × × × × × × Sign up your OCs for a chance for them to be featured!

"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.

Prophecies are works about journeys and saving clans via StarClan's designated cats. StarClan can't predict everything though, right? Sparkfur is hated by much of her clan. She's much more intelligent than any other cat, she's sassy, and an annoyance. They have half a mind to kick her out, but at the same time, they would never put the deputy's sister in the dangers of being a loner. That's the difference about DrizzleClan and its fellow bordering clans: the rogues are savages that will murder any lone cat in cold blood if they don't join up with the growing Rogue band. So no blunt prophecy from the heavens, but we do have Sparkfur and her tense-relationship with her brother Berryfoot to stop the massacres. Or at least attempt to. // Contains darker themes (such as death, gore, etc.) and may cause one heartbreak. Includes art for most chapters by me. Started : September 12, 2015 Finished : March 30, 2016