nine lives, nine chances, nine ways to live, nine ways to die. why take -star as your name and promise to protect your clan, when you can't even protect yourself? [fic for NaNoWriMo]

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?

Within PureClan, the poison known as love is forbidden. The Warrior Code abolishes it. It decrees love as a weakness-the penalty for falling under its influence is death. But however much love may be endangered, it is not dead yet.

Snowkit was always assumed dead by ThunderClan. But what if he wasn't? What if StarClan took him away from the Clan that would have never given him a chance? What if he had a greater destiny than anyone in ThunderClan could have believed?