Sparrowpaw doesn't know a lot of things. She doesn't know why the sun rises over the Root tree or why the wind blows. She doesn't know why she was so excited the worst day of her life, when glassy eyes ripped through her just as viciously as the beak did. She does know she's going to be a warrior though, even without her voice working properly. She has to be, no matter how small the world makes her out to be. These memories are not her's. Sparrowpaw is forced to fight them, but as she navigates the tangle of pain and joy her life is, she feels she might be fighting the wrong force.

Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

"The call of the coyote will awaken the rose who will join with the four. Together, they will stop defeat of the City." * * * What would you do if you were voiceless? If you couldn't communicate properly with other. . . Especially in a time of danger? Whitekit is born without a voice. The only way she can communicate is from the signs her mother has taught her over her kit moons. After a curiosity that leads to a slight misfortune, Whitekit has two dreams that shows her the future. First, a vision--a white rose. . . trampled on the ground by coyotes. The second was more terrifying, however. Buildings were falling. . . Smoke clouded the air. Whitekit's home in the City Clans. . . Will be destroyed. Started: April 23, 2016 Ended: May 29, 2016 The cover was a gift by @-Skyfrost- :) This plot line is my idea, Warriors belongs to the people of Erin Hunter.

How would you feel, if you could only see mouths moving? When someone laughs, to you, they're smiling emptily. When someone talks, you struggle to read their lips. That is just how life is for Goosekit. Born deaf, he is still desires to become a warrior, despite the rest of his Clan doubting him. Along with the challenges he must face that come from being deaf, he must face the ordinary challenges of a warrior - all the while wondering what StarClan has in store for him, and why they would let him live without the gift of hearing. NONE OF THE IMAGES USED ARE MINE, CREDIT TO THE OWNERS OF THE IMAGES USED. THE MAIN CHARACTER IN THIS STORY IS DEAF, AND I DO NOT MEAN TO BE DISRESPECTFUL TOWARDS ANYONE WHO IS DEAF. A MAJOR CHARACTER IN THIS STORY IS HALF BLIND, AND I DO NOT MEAN TO BE DISRESPECTFUL TOWARDS ANYONE WHO IS BLIND.

a girl on the run from the government, kids on the run from a killer clown. STANLEY URIS. © 2017

*thoroughly editing* Icefeather's story was a story untold - until now. She was beaten up, called names, rejected, and hated on for simply being different. Being a BloodClan warrior, the others expected her to be bigger and stronger. Everyone in BloodClan made her feel worthless... except for her idle, Scourge. When he passed away she toughened up and showed everyone who she was truly meant to be: a winner.

Lostpaw is a small, intelligent, Windclan apprentice. But, thought he gets made fun of, he manages to keep his head high. Suddenly, a strange prophecy starts coming to him, threatening dangers upon repair. His littermate, Ghostpaw, receives the prophecy, too. And while Ghostpaw and Lostpaw try to become good warriors and put the pieces together, one cat makes a mistake that could destroy the whole clans. Will the dark whispers of Starclan keep this cat from making any worse mistakes? And will Lostpaw and Ghostpaw finally figure out the prophecy? ©All rights to Warrior cats and the idea of it goes to Erin Hunter

I never expected this to happen. But it did. Who knew that rescuing a broken winged canary would lead to me being able to transform? It would seem like a blessing to most, and in a way, it is. Except for the fact that I'm kinda, sorta... On the run. Sometimes, people refer to me as the girl who speaks to birds. And I guess I am. ***Highest Ranking: #95 (8-28-15)*** I wrote this when I was 11 - 12, it definitely has its flaws, I am aware of them. All the same, people enjoy this book, so I'm keeping it up. Keep on reading, friends.

A lot of kits have been born in ThunderClan. Eclipsekit, one young kit, makes a new friend, Butterflykit. However, two other kits were bullying Butterflykit. As soon as Eclipsekit finds out about this, she is angry, and moons later, guided by the feeling to protect her friend, she does something, and later regrets it badly.. Will ThunderClan ever trust Eclipsepaw again?

//BEING EDITED// "Trust the fallen, fear the flame, for only the shattered can win the game." ~~~~~ 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓 is admired by many. Graceful, beautiful, and seemingly perfect-until one fateful night changes everything. When a deadly fire scorches through camp, her life changes forever. Scarred and shaken, she returns to a world that once adored her... only to find cruel stares, whispers 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖. As Lavenderfrost struggles to heal both in body and heart, she must navigate a world that suddenly feels colder than leaf-bare. But in the shadows, jealousy simmers, and a familiar enemy watches 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄. With her place in the Clan uncertain and emotions she never expected rising in her heart, she's forced to ask herself: who is she beyond the name every cat knows? 𝔸 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪, 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖.