So I have no clue what to write anymore. I'm having so much trouble writing down anything without doubting if its good enough to publish, or if it even seems to fit the storyline.

And now since my last phone broke, I had to get a new one, and its even harder to write on this phone than the last. Finding the will to write is hard enough without being frustrated about the keyboard.

But I've been seeing a lot of remaking old stories. The first book I ever made on this app was An Dark Snow's Vison, so I want to remake it in my current skills. I can't promise that It'll be updated constantly, but I'll do my best to write what I can.

Oh - and I don't exactly recommend reading the first version of this. That was published in 2018, a long time ago, meaning it was written when I first started to write. So if you do go back and look at it, I'm sorry.

Also, there is Ocs allowed! Many of the characters from the first book are going to be the stars, but theres many spots for improvments of characters, so you can submit them! But they can't be Clancats, all have to be rogues, loners, kittypets or ex-kittypets, or they can be apart of Crow's gang, which will come up later.

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7-7-21

Storm clouds rolled in the sea of blue and gray. A light drizzle had fallen upon the land, the trees groaning as harsh winds lashed them back and forth, branches snapping, scaring the small critters into their hides.

A lone she-cat sat beside the river. She looked down at the limp body of her apprentice, the black, once sleek, coat was shredded, blood matted the fur into knots as a horrified expression was forever frozen onto the young cat's face.

"Shadowpaw..." The she-cat's voice cracked. How could her own Clanmates do this to someone so young? The tabby was just a dumb kitten, she never meant harm by meeting up with the TreeClan tom. Yes, it was against the code, but this, this had to be against it too.

It wasn't that big of a threat. Two young cats meeting up to tell stories they heard as little fluffballs, sharing prey under the stars. It was harmless, at least she saw it that way. Even Shadowpaw's own family turned their back on the young tabby, wittnessing her death with a stone cold face.

A twig snapped behind her. The white-and-brown warrior spun around, tail lashing as her pelt bristled out, anger burning through her aching muscles. A sleek black tom slinked out of the bracken. His orange eyes flickered to the body of the young tabby, his gaze cold as he snorted.

"So young, so stupid." The tom lifted his gaze to the skies. "How sad, really, I thought my daughter would do better. Defiantly under the watch of my sister, a great warrior - until you let your emotions control your actions." He growled, teeth flashing as he turned sharply to her.

The warrior flexed her claws. It wasn't like this when they had became warriors, but he got close to their leader, soon he changed him, their entire Clan. Everyone grew...cold. It was sick. "You killed your own daughter! And you blame me?" She couldn't help the crack in her voice, how her eyes blurred, legs going weak from underneath her, threatening to collapse from under her.

"Of course I do!" Snarling, he pushed forward, his breath blowing in her face, reeking of crowfood and rot. "You made her weak, Darksnow" he spat, "at least Bushkit shows promise." He hummed softly.

Darksnow shook her head. "Bushkit is just a kit," she mewed, blue eyes searching for some type of change in his face. Was he really this heartless? Bushkit was a kitten, not some cold heartless monster! "This Clan...it's changed, for the worst. I-" she felt her shoulders slump. "I'm leaving, I can't stay in this pit of rogues, not anymore, Blackfire."

The deputy stayed put. He looked thoughtful as she turned back to the body of her apprentice. Just a few lengths away she had dug a shallow grave, it pained her to know that they were going to just let her rot next to the lake, she just couldn't let that happen.

"Traitor." Blackfire snarled. He tensed his muscles as he stalked forward, claws ripping up grass and kicking sand. "You did this, all of this! Shadowpaw's death is placed upon you, and under the code of RainClan, I banish you to rot under the sun!"

Darksnow felt her blood run cold. That wasn't just a banishment, that was the execution speech. A new speech that Blackfire had made up, the same one that had been said before Shadowpaw was killed.

Anger burned through her pelt, cold raw anger. The warrior lashed out, her claws hooking skin as the tom leaped forward. Fur and blood flew in the late evening air, the heat didn't help as flies flew from the body of the apprentice to their new wounds.

Blackfire didn't stop as blood pooled into his eye. His teeth flashed in the sunlight as he dug the broken fangs into her shoulder, swinging his head like a dog. Yowling, she kicked, her hindlegs hitting the soft part of his stomach. The deputy stumbled back. His ears flattened as he glared at her through the blood that blocked his vision.

Pain flared from her shoulder. Blood matted the fur, but she could see enough to now the skin and muscle were torn. The warrior lashed her tail. This would most likely be her last fight, one against her own brother. Someone she had grown up with, cared for, tried to save before he was lost to his own sanity.

"Any last words? I'm sure the Clan would love to hear them after I tell them of your betrayal." The black tom circled her, waiting to get an opening to jump back into the fight.

Darksnow had seen how he fights. He talks, taunts until his opponent is frustrated and scared. The she-cat narrowed her blurring eyes, swaying on her feet which threatened to collapse at any second. She knew all his tricks from moons of training together, moons I could've stopped this sickness from spreading across my Clan.

The white-and-brown warrior spat blood onto the warm sand. A part of her was panicking, this was her final words, final breaths of air before she joined the stars. It made her want to openingly weep, cry out her thoughts before her blood would stain the sand. But she knew that would only give Blackfire joy to see her panic, the fear that was circling in her head.

Darksnow bared her teeth. Blood and sweat blinded her as she faught against the will to lay down and accept her fate. "Rot under the sun you miserable foxheart!" Darksnow dug her paws into the sand before pushing off.

She collided into Blackfire. The tom screeched as her teeth dug into the side of his muzzle, head shaking as her teeth scraped across bone. Darksnow's felt her body freeze as she landed into the cold, dark river water. Eyes blown wide as she felt her paws being lifted off the pebblely floor by the current.

Blackfire watched from the shore. His head low as he glared down the struggling she-cat. He made no move, not one to save her, or to finish her off himself. Instead he watched as her last bit of strength was drained and she was carried off by the quick-moving river.