Challenge for Darkclan: Four moons since her mother had died. Three since her father had denied his only daughter. Two since her Clan had cast her and her kits out. One since those three little angels had drowned in the cruel, raging river. One, again, since her mate had chased her off in fury. She had nothing left. And she was loving hate.
From the very moment she was born, every cat knew she was special. Perfect, in fact. "Palekit, you're perfect. You're beautiful! You'll have any tom you want; they'll all love you. You're kits will be perfect! They'll have to be perfect. You'll be the perfect queen, Palekit. Your life will be happy, your life will be perfect." It was all she ever knew. One kit changes that forever.
Misery: it knows many names. Loved second best by her mother, treated like an outcast by her Clan, tortured by the apprentices, all because she isn't like her "amazing" sister. This is Whitefang. In a battle with Riverclan, she makes a promise, one that will forever twist her destiny. Will she keep it? Or live the life of happiness she's always wanted?
After many moons of rehab, Mapleshade has decided to help others instead of killing them and ruining the lives of their kin. Hence, WCC co. She and everyone's favorite anger management therapist, Silverstream, set out to solve the Clan's problems. (Hmm) Amidst multiple issues (their's and other's), will they succeed or go out of business? Enjoy and don't mess with Mapleshade! :D
Swanmist watched from the silver skies, cloaked in misery, wrapped in shadow. He hissed, amber eyes wide as saucers, "She knows."
He talks funny. His crouch is strange. He's always quiet. He even walks differently. This is the life of Pepperpaw. Born a rogue, the tom dreams of his lost family. He has high hopes of finding them, but, for now, he's stuck in a Clan. A Clan that will never truly see him. Not even the stars gaze down on him, or so he's told. But Starclan, they're just kit tales. Aren't they?
A friend of yours is a friend of mine. She hates me she hates me she hates me. Broken broken broken broken broken broken. Gone. The Perfect Disaster.
"Hey." That simple word ignited a flame in the pit of Doepaw's stomach. No, she thought. Stop it. She looked up from her finch and found herself lost, yet again, in the piercing gaze of him. His two different eyes, one deep coppery-brown, another a sharp ice blue. Rosepaw called it 'psychotic'. Doepaw preferred 'intense'. And yet, they'd only ever be friends...
I look just like my father. Everyone says so. The reddish brown pelt, amber eyes, thin tail, and angled features. "Handsome" Mama calls it. He died. Two moons before I was born. And he was a traitor. In the Great Storm, he fought for Darkclan, and turned against Shadowclan. He murdered many of his own clanmates. And I look just like him. I have feared today for many moons...
Fernkit and Blazekit play pranks on warriors, run wild around camp, and play loud, obnoxious games everyday. Mallowstep hopes that at 6 moons, they'll somehow become more capable and mature. But as we all know, 6 moons doesn't mean a thing. Kits will be kits. Darkclan Challenge!
Ashstar. Darkraven. Bane. Stuck in an endless triangle of honor and betrayal, hatred and pain. You would never expect what comes next... Who will be the victors? And who the vanquished? Challenge Prologue for Darkclan :)