"who are you?" you ask.

"who am i?" she replies questioningly, a ghost of a smile playing on her pale, tainted lips. "why, i'm your daydream's disguise, your nightmare's facade and the ultimatum of your subconscious. pleasure meeting you."

Well, who am I?

It's a valid question, I guess. However, the answer to said question perhaps is not as satisfying as one should hope for, as my uniqueness fades into the other varying shades of gray that make up the world- only subtle hints of change that distinguish me from anyone else. In short, I am common at best, but uninteresting at worst. I mean, in this day and age, how many people can distinguish themselves and actually say they live a completely different life that varies from the monotonic patterns of our lives?

Anyways, in specifics: I love athletics and play hockey and horseback ride, as well as play some other minor sports but nothing that stands out. I show cattle and love animals, particular cows, cats, dogs, and horses. Academics are a little bit too importantly and school makes up a large chunk of my life. I enjoy poetry and smooth writing and find myself most enchanted by a more dreamy style, particularly with a lot of metaphors. I am a part of a lot of school clubs, and also play two instruments- flute and piano. Currently, I can speak French and English and I am learning to speak Spanish (Hola!). I love alternative rock and am currently obsessed with Panic! At the Disco, Arctic Monkeys, Halsey, Fall Out Boy, and some Blink-182.

I think that's about it. I can't think of anything else that's really worth noting. Moving on...

Static palms

Melt your vibe

Midnight whispering

- LA Devotee, Panic! At the Disco

My Stories

I will be writing stories for the Warriors fandom, the Selected fandom, and the Harry Potter fandom (and potentially a few other fandoms as they come), in hopes that it'll retrigger my writing muse. As is evidenced, I have not published anything yet, though I plan to write a story about OC's of RiverClan (which, in my story, will be mainly built of Maine Coons). Updates will be few and far between. Synopsis and story information is below.

ALSO, PLEASE NOTE I WILL NOT BE WRITING ANYTHING IN NOVEMBER, AS I PLAN TO DO NaNoWriMo.

MARKED

Summary: A single kitten is born.

He is the only survivor of his family. His mother died during his birth, his father maimed beyond recognition and exiled from the Clan for a crime he did not commit, and his sister stillborn, her body laying cold beside him. He is alone and confused in a land of death and sorrow, with no one to turn to and the shadow of his mother and father covering his hope and relevancy. He has nothing, he is nothing, he is an outcast within the Clan.

But on the side of this kitten, there are three marks. Tattooed onto his dirty side are three symbols from a language older than time itself, with a hidden meaning that no one can even hope to guess at. He reeks of confusing and difference, only proved by the signs burned into his fur, the hidden meaning that hides something- but he can just feel its importance, he can sense that the concept he tries so desperately to grasp means something more about him than he can actively discern. As anger and rage brews inside his body in a storm darker and harsher than each moment before, he knows what he must do- he must find the thing that is lost from him and regain it before the storm within is unleashed, and a revolt that leaves his Clan in turmoil. Time runs thin, and the kitten must decide what to do before he too is destroyed by the plague of rebellion in the Clan.

Next Chapter: Allegiances, which will take a while to write. I write detailed allegiances that also include personality and some history, not just a basic description.

Release Date: December 7th, 2016

Story News: Nothing as of right now! Adopt a cat from your local shelter and support animal rescue organizations!

When the zeroes line up on the twenty-four-hour clock

When you know who's calling even when the number is blocked

When you walk around the house in my sky blue Lacoste

And your knee socks

- Knee Socks, Arctic Monkeys