No! Not the cliches! Aah they're killing me! (Figuratively, of course) Here's a book filled with me rambling, ranting, and giving 'advice'. It's funny-ish, I promise! (Also, most of it was written years ago by wee little idiot me. Older me joins in after the 2nd Awkward Author's Note, and it gets a bit better. Maybe)

"Dead bodies were- littered everywhere." She struggled to find her voice. "A cat who's claws are stained red roams our borders, no one can stop her! Many will attempt but they won't make it out alive!"With one large and terrifying gasp for air she collapsed to the ground. "Be aware, Breezepaw. Danger will come crawling where you least expect it. Like a cricket hiding within the grass." A cat roams owlclan's borders with blood stained claws and a pelt littered with battle scars. She's on a killing spree, a ravage some may call it. She doesn't hesitate to rip out the throats of those who defy her and you shouldn't test her temper. The moment this tortoiseshell got a wiff of blood she knew she would love to see others bathed in it. So this is what victory feels like? Seeing your opponent's look of terror as they realize what you've just done to them. It's marvelous, nothing can match. It don't matter who you are, you can be her kin, her leader or her friend. It doesn't matter if you get in her way she won't hesitate to rip you of your life. A Massacre that resulted in Owlclan's downfall. Caused by one cat. "I told you I always win, _______" - Her last words.

The State experiments on Terra, painfully forcing her to grow wings, but when she escapes and joins the Rebellion, they start calling her "The Angel of Death." ***** Terra, like everyone else in Section D, suffers at the whims of "The State," the tyrannical government that rules over the Earth. Her brother was taken years ago, and only his body was brought back. Then Terra is taken. Soon she's suffering painful experimental procedures, before she's liberated by the Rebellion. Finishing her transformation, Terra grows wings and demands to fight. As her legend grows, the other Rebels start calling her "The Angel of Death." But Terra comes to learn that both sides of the war are using her in a greater game, and though she despises the State, Terra is determined to survive. She will do whatever it takes, kill whoever she has to, but Terra will not be caged again. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

What made this cat the murderer he's known as? Brokenkit is a ShadowClan cat through and through, yet he doesn't know the identity of his real mother. He is mistreated by his foster family, and he can't wait to become a fearless warrior. As a warrior, Brokentail's life turns into a quest for glory and power. His reign as leader was one of the bloodiest in ShadowClan history, which ultimately led to his downfall.

I WILL RANT ABOUT THIS AS MUCH AS I WANT THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Please enjoy

Bloodshed has happened, ever since her birth. No one could stop her. A mass murderer. The Clans have been in fear for moons. ~~ Rainkit was born a mistake from the beginning. Taunted for the fate she was born into, she struggles. Her mind twisted and shredded beneath the darkness arising in BirchClan. Yet her determination pushes her on, And into the wrong path. • - • - • previously #1 in warriorcats 1k reads 12/6/19 5k reads 8/10/19 10k reads 18/2/20 86.5k reads 12/4/24 ~ Winner of The Bee Awards - Warriors Genre ~

People who are born with extra abilities such as mind control, flying, super speed, super strength, among other things, usually find out they are different at a young age. These kids are sent to a special school, a school that teaches them how to blend with humans and hide their power. This was not the case for 16 year old Todd Kinten. Todd is a late bloomer, his powers didn't surface until his sixteenth year and it flips his life upside down. Now he has to move away from his mom, and deal with a whole new world all on his own. BoyxBoyxBoy story, I had so much fun writing Fire's Sense of Humor that I decided to write another three way book. This time with MAGIC!!! WOOT, cuz who doesn't like magic? Really, who doesn't like it?

After Sarah died last year, Brendon Urie didn't think he could, or would, ever find love again. He stepped out of the limelight, stopped making and recording music, and basically stopped living. His friends and family kept trying to help him through his grief, but Brendon's life ended the day he buried his soulmate. Little did he know, a night at the Santa Monica pier was about to change the trajectory of his life. Thirteen year old Abby Stong just wants a life that isn't full of pain. In foster care since her mother died when Abby was 4, Abby hasn't known stability for nine years. In nine years, she's been in 14 foster homes. This last one, might just be the death of her. But one night at the Santa Monica pier, the trajectory of her life is permanently altered. What truly makes a family? **AUTHOR NOTE - PLEASE READ** I hold absolutely no animosity towards Sarah. I would hate for what happens in this story to happen to ANYONE. Sarah's death is simply a plot device and I don't want anything to happen to either of them. Abby, is obviously a completely fictional character. **THANK YOU**

Now published as a Wattpad Book! Get your copy at all major bookstores, or find the e-book at your local library! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. When Marina discovers that her older brother, assumed dead these last three years, is actually trapped in another dimension, she teams up with both her crush and her brother's alleged killer to rescue him...despite the consequences. ***** When Marina follows Brady, her longtime crush, into the boiler room beneath the high school, it isn't just because he's gorgeous. It's because somewhere down there, hidden from the world, are three doors labelled Yesterday, Tomorrow, and Today. And behind one of those doors lurks the answer to the question Marina has been asking for three years: what really happened the night her brother died? [2019 Watty Winner, Young Adult]

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.