Tommy doesn't remember when he first entered this world, or even who his first customer was, but he knew one thing that has stuck with him for all his years that he can, no matter how briefly, recall. The people who came here were broken but not mangled, shattered but not crippled, broken down but not reduced to atoms. They could be fixed. And somehow, without even having to breath, Tommy knew this to be his sole purpose inside of life. --- "Welcome to the bar Wilbur, a safe place if you would. Now, if you wouldn't mind my asking... What's your world like?" Wilbur looked stunned, before giving a dreary sigh and running his hand through his hair seeming more tired than he was when first walking in. "Honestly, I wouldn't even know where to start." Tommy slightly smiled in response, leaning back in the chair and meeting his gaze with the other heterochromatic ones, the right grey with flecks of azure and the left brown. "I have all eternity."

On a silver night, it was prophesied that a cat could see more than any other. And he would save the Clans from a darkness that could blind the stars. It was told before a pool that reflected the wavering sky. "When darkness devours the sky, bloodied shadows will fall. Eyes the color of the once bright sky will see the truth behind the lies, and the lost dawn will return." ~~~ Young medicine cat apprentice Rainpaw enjoys life in ThunderClan, with peace reigning over the Lakes Clans for many moons. White fur, blue eyes: Blizzardkit was born deaf, struggling to live a life based on hunting and fighting. Then, everything changes... an ominous prophecy that had been buried for moons since its telling is revealed. ~~~ *Warning: Ghosts, violence, gore, & death.*

Life isn't fair. Zinniapool finds this out the hard way. (ngl this fanfic is the neglected middle child. still finished it!)

Only the dead have seen the end of war. Moonpaw, scorned since birth by her eyes -- an ill-fated omen of doom. Yet this curse might be far more sinister than the destruction of her clan, or the soulless white walkers swarming their mountain, or even the stoic silence from their ancestors. A destruction beyond the Inferno of the end of the world. A destruction sweeping across Otherworld landscapes; shaking the foundations of space and time; into the very heart of her destiny. (Spinoff from Warriors fandom)