This is my own way to make these, soooo yeah...- Welcome to Riverdapple's WCG! Read the rules before making a character and doing commands!

Before anyone asks this is a remake of my own command game. Just so that I will update it. It's been moons since we first came here. Why is the forest seeming to change now? I mean it's seemed like paradise for a while. Now fog is starting to come in strange illnesses none of us have seen and there seems to be more creatures in the forest. None of us know what is happening. But, we will probably bring it up to the other clans at the next gathering. If we can even make it to the gathering at that point. I do not own warrior cats it belongs to Erin Hunter and the publisher that they use.

There's a murderer among us..... They're trying to kill your flames...... Will you find them?... Or will your flame be withered in their winds?

Let's get lost in Wonderland, alright?

The Kings of the Seasons. Four mighty, brave, heroic toms who rose against the evil Queen known as Raylux. Robin, the King of Spring, Bringer of New Life, and the Son of the Flowers. Ignis, the King of Summer, Scorcher of the Ground, Son of the Fire and Flames. Wix, the King of Fall, Bringer of Bad News, and the Son of Whirlwinds. and finally, Arctic, the King of Winter, the North Wind, and the Son of Death and Ice. They were heros, heros for taking down a Queen who only wanted to join them. Heros, to all but Raylux's children. Years of being shun away by the children of the Kings, the cats in the Clan of Raylux must fight back in order to rewrite their ancestors' story. Will you join the fight?

(The book cover is still being made)

Follow the sun or follow the moon and stars. We can't have both now can we? -A command game made by Mintpelt1

To the far North of the clans, hidden deep in the mountains, lies a clan of cats made from those of pure ice. Cats who live in the snowy wastelands as far as the eyes can see. Cats who learned of to survive in the harshest conditions known to man. Maybe that's why he wants them dead. When the ice caps of the mountains begin to melt away, the Tribe of Crackling Ice must venture downward to unknown territories, filled with wonders and horrors of all kind. My third command game. Hope you enjoy!

*No no no no, you all aren't needed. You'll just ruin them.* **Ruin them? Oh please, how could we do that?** *You know exactly how you all would ruin my creations.* ***I beg to differ.*** *Then beg. Cause I won't let you heathens touch them.*