Every disaster that threatens a Clan means StarClan will come and save you. You'll receive a prophecy that will save everything you love. The peril is vanquished in a battle, and there is no need for sleeping with one eye open anymore. StarClan will forever watch over you from your nest and keep you safe. That is what has been passed down from generations. Not every tale has to end like that: StarClan saving everyone with the chosen cat, everyone loving the hero or heroine - but it always does. So facing a challenge such as missing cats shouldn't be a challenging task. Moons pass on, cats keep disappearing faster and faster; nobody is doing anything to prevent the case. Everyone is relying on StarClan to send the prophecy to their medicine cat, just hoping that one day, the fiasco will end. Yet that's not the way fear works its way into hearts. Warriors, once brave and strong, now cowering behind one another. Apprentices with their eagerness to learn, now afraid of the outside world and going missing. Queens, always caring for their kits, now fearful of losing them to the mystery. Elders, who are as wise as the deepest river, now unable to provide an answers. With leaf-bare creeping up, the Clans are preparing for the harsh weather. Preparing for another season should be like gathering moss for the elders, but not this time. This time, the Clans are struggling just to assemble a hunting patrol and maintain borders. Forcing time out of daily tasks is asking the impossible. Leaf-bare is going to take the remaining lives of the cats that are lucky enough to even make it through leaf-fall. A silent storm will sweep across them and leave no traces; they might as well prepare to die in the white flakes of leaf-bare, covered up by mounds of snow, lost and forgotten. {This is a rewrite of my story and just like before, copying isn't allowed} {This is also a work of fanfiction! I do not own Warrior Cats!}

(I cringe at this every day now. It's not too horribly written, but it is rushed and disorganized. Please know this isn't a representation of my current work.) Two kits, same pelts, opposite souls. Blessedkit, born to ShadowClan parents, discovers quickly that he is quite "special" in the eyes of his Clanmates. His brother, Rottenkit, is presumably a filthy-hearted cat who would have become a murderer if he had been allowed to be, and therefore was murdered in the womb by StarClan. And now, Blessedkit's become the unwilling celebrity of not just ShadowClan, but all four Clans. As time progresses and Blessedkit is driven further to madness by the constant unwarranted praise of his Clanmates, it's eventually clear that StarClan made the wrong choice.

Follow Spottedkit as she is born into the Gorge, a tyrannical ex-Clan that is set on taking over the forest that the cats live in. Upon apprenticeship, she wades into the star-crossed path her ancestors have laid out for her, and as she ages she begins to witness the true nature of her birthclan. In doing so, she is faced with the stark realization of the choices and sacrifices she must make to correct the wrongs of the past. Bonds will be forged only to be shattered; relationships formed only to crumble before her eyes. Spottedkit must learn how to live with the consequences of her destiny. No matter what happens, the Clans must be saved. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. lgbtq+ characters, violence, gore, death. i use indentations and single-line spacing. Originally written: 2012-2013 Started rewriting: 10/2019, finished 10/2020

War between clans is an ugly affair, but war among twolegs is an unrivaled peril. Littlescent feels like a lone voice of mercy between two clans whose enmity runs deep and unsettled. StarClan is quiet. The city bares nothing to eat. Insults become battle cries. She must act before they tear each other apart and let the sky-monsters set everything she cherishes alight. The first book in the "Dying Stars" trilogy.

Two are on a quest to uncover an ancient secret that could save everyone. Two are on a quest to solve the murder of someone they once knew. Two are on a quest to escape the wrath of the one who caused all this. Sometimes not everyone gets what they want.

Sunpaw and Shimmerpaw are inseparable. Not a single thing could break their sisterly bond. They've been together since birth, and have been the closest companions. Though kithood, through apprenticehood, through everything. There's just one thing, though. Tensions have been rising between BlazeClan and NightClan. No cat knows exactly what caused the conflict, all they know is that Pebblestar is the one who started the battles and he will not stop until NightClan is destroyed. But why only them? Why not AstralClan or PrairieClan? And what caused his wrath? The sisters are eager to know. Yet when they set out for answers, they end up discovering a disturbing secret about their family. But tensions are growing higher and higher now, and Sunpaw and Shimmerpaw soon find themselves fighting not only for their own lives, but for everyone.

Forgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov

"There will be four, born of abhor, who hold the power of the stars in their paws." The Clans hang in a hazy balance; placing their existence on an ever-evolving code and the natural world that shapes them. Leaf-bare and greenleaf, hunter and hunted, life and death. Goodness and evil. There is always a balance. But when that balance is shaken, when one force grows a little too strong, the Clan's existence wavers. Jaypaw already knew his life would be different from that of his Clanmates. After all, he's a blind warrior apprentice. The words of a prophet take his life on a far different path, one that even StarClan couldn't map out, and Jaypaw now stands on shaky ground as one of four, the only things standing between his world as he knows it, and utter destruction. // This is a Power of Three + Omen of the Stars au, or rewrite. //