[ NOTICE: Until the story's completion, everything should be regarded as placeholders. ]
Rainkit has loved WindClan since she opened her eyes. Despite always knowing she'd been found outside of WindClan, and that she didn't share the same Clan blood as those she shared a nest with, Rainkit never felt like an outsider. How could she? She was always included, always cared for. She was never once made to feel like an outsider.
That's until Shallowglade, WindClan's newest medicine cat, started acting odd towards her. Anxiety gripped Rainkit like the jaws of a predator - and in her fear Rainkit worries that Shallowglade will turn all of WindClan against her.
Meanwhile, Echokit is restless to prove she's nothing like her lineage, wanting to be the best warrior that SkyClan has ever seen. With countless betrayals that always seem inevitable, and unending drama constantly cracking her heart, Echokit is desperate to feel accepted. But how far is she willing to go to earn said acceptance?
But these two young souls have no idea about the bigger things to come - the danger lurking just out of sight. And when it finally strikes, will these she-cats have what it takes to come out on top?
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.