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At the bottom is a compilation of my favorite book quotes! Scroll down to read them.

Also, one other thing. I've been receiving many, many requests to join forum Clans, which I'm just not interested in. I'm very busy with schoolwork, homework, sports, clubs, etc. and will definitely not have the time to both post stories AND do stuff on forum Clans. Also, I prefer writing at my own speed with my own ideas, not for challenges and the like. So, again, I really don't want to join any forum Clans at the moment, so please stop asking. Thanks.

So... on to the bit about me.

Name: Snowfall (though I generally just go by Snow)

Age: I'm 17. -shrug- Try to track me I guess.

Where I Live: 'Murica!

About Me: I'm a person, I guess. I mean I think I'm a person. I'm also a Christian, a high schooler, a writer, and a girl. I have two pets in permanent residence, both cats. I enjoy writing, drawing, reading, going on walks, and having deep conversations with friends. Physical characteristics include a pixie cut, a height of 5'11", and hazel eyes. I have a strange love-hate relationship with chocolate, as in I hate the taste of chocolate but sometimes will crave it anyway. Then I'll eat it and remember how gross it tastes. I swim competitively in the summer and used to swim year-round before AP classes happened. I am also a proud INFP.

Other Website Accounts:

Deviantart: http: // snowfall16. deviantart. com

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YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYmsfHu0d-19EfBwz3G9wQQ

Future Plans for FFN: I will be working on my new book, Take Flight. It would mean a lot if you read it!

Recommended Writers: InkblotLeaf, KatieK101/KatieK102 (same person)

FIXED Common Sense Profile Meme

...Common Sense finally gave up the will to live after an elderly woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was an astounding 190 degrees Fahrenheit. In a stationary car, while attempting to put in cream and sugar, she accidentally spilled some in her lap, promptly receiving major third-degree burns on her legs and genitals. She endured years of treatment and almost died in the process. After finally recovering enough to leave the hospital, though still crippled and frail, she contacted the McDonalds that had sold her the coffee, asking them to cover her medical bills, which amounted to about $11,000. When the McDonalds refused, she went to court. In the end, she was awarded close to $3 million, much more than she'd originally asked.

I know this is pretty much a rant, but whatever. Rant it is and rant it will be.

This is about requesting OCs. I'm not fussed if someone tells their reviewers they can submit OCs if they want because it's a way of thanking them for their support. But for those people who make "new stories" just to ask for OCs bugs me. Either it's a way of advertising their story or people just don't feel like filling out their own allegiances. If they don't care enough about their story to fill out their allegiances, I don't foresee that story going too far.

But it's not just that, it's also giving away your story to people who probably won't read it. This is what really gets me, much more than what's in the first paragraph. This is why I did not ask for OCs for Take Flight, even from those who read my Misty trilogy. For one, I knew a lot of people would submit loners and rogues with just a warrior cat prefix, like Soot or Storm. Personally, I think those names are rather boring when you could have a cat named Athena or Betelgeuse or even James. For another, I'd feel like those characters weren't my own. Let's say someone submitted Storm as an OC, yeah? And as I was writing I discovered the best thing to do would be to kill Storm. The only problem is that the submitter would be disappointed that their character died a terrible death while all the other OCs lived happily ever after. If you'd put in the initial effort to come up with Storm yourself, or a character very similar to him, you could easily kill him and make the story as good as it could be. However, with Storm as an OC, you'd be forced to squish him in as having a happy ending, which would definitely look squished and awkward to readers. Trust me, it would.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you know your story best and you should care enough about your story to come up with your own characters and make it completely your own instead of giving out free pieces of it to people who might never read it. Actual authors don't ask the world for character submissions, so you should build good habits now and make up your own characters. Honestly, it's actually really fun.

Current Stories I'm Working On:

  1. Take Flight: This is my newest book, which is a standalone centering around two kits, Ivykit and Rowankit, who are left to fend for themselves in the Twolegplace by their Clan mother. Then they go on adventures, fight the rising BloodClan, and try to figure out who their parents are. (Can you figure it out? I thought I made it fairly obvious but so far no one's managed to do it.)

Completed Stories:

  1. The Lost Snow: This was my first fanfic. I'm still amazed I managed to finish it.
  2. Briarlight's Revenge: This was when I figured out how incredibly easy it is to post one-shots... and then didn't post any more.
  3. Eagle Air: This is the second actual story I finished, not including one-shots. After many months during which this was unofficially on hiatus, I found the motivation to continue and finish it for you people. Thanks for all your reviews and support!
  4. Brightpaw's (In)Decision: I've noticed many FanFics out there about Brightpaw x Swiftpaw and Brightpaw x Cloudpaw. So I decided to do this 4-shot about Brightpaw and her indecision about whether to choose Swiftpaw or Cloudpaw as her future mate.
  5. A New Rise: Book 1: Misty Horizon: I actually came up with the idea for this soon after finishing Eagle Air, but initially told myself it probably wouldn't be worth writing, since I'd likely lose my motivation after only a little while. Then I wrote the first eight chapters in quick succession and realized maybe it had some potential after all. Sootkit, Cinderkit, and Rainkit live in the ruins of the Clans after they've been torn apart by a massive war. On a quest to find their father, the trio travel back to the lake and, along the way, they realize they might just have as much to offer to the Clans as their father.
  6. A New Rise: Book 2: Misty Destinies: This second installment in the trilogy A New Rise skips over one night from the first book's ending, beginning on the first day Sootpaw, Cinderpaw, and Rainpaw spend as leaders. It explores the futures of the trio and, eventually, they find out who they truly are.
  7. A New Rise: Book 3: Misty Peace: This is the third and final book in the series A New Rise. Peace has finally descended around the lake, but when prey starts vanishing, Sootstar, Cinderstar, and Rainstar have to work together with RiverClan's proud leader Mossystar to figure out the cat behind the famine, and the answer might be one they're not willing to accept.

I used to have a poem up here, but I took it down because it was about a year old and pretty bad compared with other stuff I've written. Here's another one if you like my writing enough to read it, which would actually be pretty amazing, considering it's a fairly long poem. Thanks~


the world is black and white

black and white

saying it over and over

as though through repetition you can

force it to be true

but instead it loses meaning


some words are meant to be erased

pencil not permanent marker

when you try to erase the marker it

doesn’t work

you only hide it under a pile of eraser shavings

until you have no more eraser

but when you brush them away

you find

it’s still there

written in invisible ink on your forehead

glittering purple out of every mirror

you can’t avoid your reflection forever

you must accept it

but you can’t you shouldn’t it’s not right

but who gets to say what’s right and wrong


not you apparently

you scrub your forehead

rub the permanent marker until it


it’s permanent it never goes away

you can only hide it hide it

but in hide-and-seek

the hidden are always found

or they come out from boredom

come out to play

mess with your mind till

you don’t recognize yourself

only the purple words

scrawled across your face in handwriting you hate

they’re all you know is true

if they haven’t disappeared they MUST be true


you look down at the marker

clutched in your own fist

white knuckles black ink

you try to drop it but you can’t it’s glued there

rip it from your skin fling it on the ground

but blackness floods from its tip overwhelms

you you’re drowning in ink your feet are stuck to the ground

stuck to yourself stuck to the marker

it’s a part of you

it is you

black changes to purple

you’re stained with purple

it’s stronger than before you can’t get away

it coats your eyelids infiltrates your dreams

when you wake up it leaks from your pores

stains the bedsheets

you wonder how no one can see it but you

throw out all your pens

all your markers

keep only pencils with their erasable graphite tips

but your erasers are gone they turned into shavings

even pencils are permanent now


butterflies swarm

tangle in your hair tickle your forehead

wings in bright colors

catching your eye you can’t look away

purple and red

purple and yellow

purple and green

you vomit butterflies

shaking knees you collapse in a puddle of ink

it splatters your eyelids

spells words you don’t want to see

but they haunt you

when you blink when you sleep

when you close your eyes for a minute to

just get away

you can never get away

you wonder how to rid yourself of it

and realize you can’t

raise the marker held tight in your fist

write the words on your own forehead

and the ink is

purple not black

nothing is black and white anymore

your life is a blank book again

turn the pages into a night sky

then write a new story

a better one a right one

purple ink on black

they blend together

merge into an iridescent color

you’d never known existed before

it becomes a mirror

you see your reflection

and smile because

you finally recognize the face smiling back

purple is just as fitting as

black and white used to be

Favorite Book Quotes:

“I've got the Mark of Cain," said Simon. "That means nothing can kill me, right?"
"You can kill yourself," Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't."
"There goes my Saturday.”

-City of Lost Souls

“You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?"
"A long one?”

-City of Glass

“You're not very nice," I say, grinning.
"You're one to talk."
"Hey, I could be nice if I tried."
"Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then."
"You're very good-looking."
He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.”


“But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog cards.”

-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

-The Princess Bride

“I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.”


“Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me.”

-City of Bones

“Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.”

-The Princess Bride

“What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.
"It's a girl," Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.”

-City of Bones

“I have lightning and wind powers," Jason reminded him. "Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs. You're no more a freak than we are. And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell 'Flame on!'"
Leo snorted. "If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death, and I would be yelling something a little stronger than 'Flame on!”

-The Lost Hero

“Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside a dryer with the clothes,” Clary said. “The difference is, she didn’t let me.”
“Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,” Jace pointed out, “whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.”

-City of Bones

“The Death Eaters can't all be pure-blood, there aren't enough pure-blood wizards left," said Hermione stubbornly. "I expect most of them are half-bloods pretending to be pure. It's only Muggle-borns they hate, they'd be quite happy to let you and Ron join up"
"There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater!" said Ron indignantly..."My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!"
"And they'd love to have me," said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in.”

-Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“Tyson, Frank is a descendant of Poseidon."
"Brother!" Tyson crushed Frank in a hug.
Percy stifled a laugh. "Actually he's more like a great-great-...Oh, never mind. Yeah, he's your brother."
"Thanks." Frank mumbled through a mouthful of flannel.”

-The Son of Neptune

“Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.”

-Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“If you were half as funny as you think you are, you'd be twice as funny as you are now.”

-City of Bones

“And when demigods use cell phones, the signals agitate every monster within a hundred miles. It's like sending up a flare: Here I am! Please rearrange my face!”

-The Last Olympian

“Don't talk to me."
"Why not?"
"Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret...”

-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while," he grunted, "It relaxes me."
"It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably.”

-City of Ashes

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