Life_in_death

Illuminated by the fading sun at dusk, beckoned by the chilly winds that push itself past our thick pelts, called upon by the roaming creatures of the night, are the tales that will help to shape tomorrow's reality. Given to us through our storytellers, who weave and spin such daring and adventurous words. Without them, we would collapse. The Clans would cease to function, and chaos would rip us apart. It would drive a thorn through splintering family trees, push a river through even the tightest of friendships.So, we tell. We speak of countless moons of battles and wars, of misunderstandings and slip-ups. These are our stories. This is our past.Unaltered.Free of lies and misconceptions.///A Warriors one - shot book.…

Life_in_death

Small stories, snippets, or drabbles that come to mind. All fan fiction will be here, while original stories are in my other book.Updates are random, but I'm trying to set a definite schedule.…

Life_in_death

In which I rate your original Warriors characters.Currently closed for catch - up!!***"Watch where your paws lead, young one. Keep your head held high, even as your bones cry out in agony and your muscles try to give in to the trials and temptations that swarm you.Block out their barb - tongued jeers and relentless mockery. Turn away from their bittersweet lies, their smooth words and backhanded compliments.Because no one, not even the stars that light the dark sky above, can tell where you are to end up."…

Life_in_death

Original short stories or one shots, some rewritten from my one shot book, that could eventually become their own short story or book.Stories will be all over the place, title name will be a colour, and names thought of for actual titles could be put in a table of contents in the beginning of the book.No update schedule as of now, will most likely be updated at random.…

Life_in_death

Blood stains the beds of the sinners and of saints alike.It taints the pale flesh, marks those who are deemed unworthy of our trust. Death swoops down to take the cowards, to rid us of this burden.Who are we to try to refuse this act of justice sent by God himself?***Terrible dreams grip the people of Fox's Coven, holding them in its thorn - edged grip. Both sleeping aides and caffeine alike are flying off the store shelves at an alarming rate. People attempt to escape the dreams, the twisted creations of their worn minds.Needless to say, escape is futile.They go mad. They disappear or they die. Only a lucky few are given the chance to walk into a hospital for their wounds. Even then, the causes of these scars evades their thoughts, almost as if it had never happened.…