"They are tearing me apart. It's a family of traitors, just like my grandfather foretold..." - - - - - Kinkkit was born into a family of secrets. She was raised without knowledge of the hidden burdens lying beneath the surface. She believed her heart lie with her mother and her father, her brother and friends. Life couldn't be better. But as the days wore on, things changed. She wasn't the trusting kit anymore, oblivious to everything before her. Disaster and tragedy sprouted in the roots of her life, bringing with it horrifying puzzles and clues to the murders plaguing her home with terror and pain. As she finds out the truth, she realizes she has no idea where her heart lies. "How could I be so blind? These foolish emotions are ruining me." - - - - - Based on the events of Sunsetpool's Mind Games. Credits to @bunnyskiies for the cover! Mention of blood and battle, gore.

"Ideas come from everything" A group of thoughts who went into cocoons and came out as ideas.

"There are two things that separate us, perfection and imperfection..." What if a tribe was run by perfection? Where failure is no option. That one mistake could end a life. Positions are won by strengths and there are no such things as flaws. Take every mistake, tripping, falling, failing, and erase it all. In this world, there's perfection. Nothing bad ever happens - after all, perfection means flawless. Being perfect is the only way to live and falling short of that expectation is unforgivable. That is Citrus' world. There's no betrayal, no heartache, no mistakes, no sickness, no deaths, and no unnecessary battles that force her to choose sides. All that's waiting for her is the bright sun, shining its golden beams onto her. Home to all perfect cats: the Tribe of Shining Suns. A shining, dark world where the perfect roam. But what happens to those who don't shine? As long as there is a sun, there are always shadows. Citrus has always thought of herself as a proud cat and wrinkles her nose at the sound of Imperfects; cats that suffer and starve in the shadows. Those cats stumble and fail yet try to spread their seeds in fresh soil, lingering around the world like an ongoing sickness. These disgraceful beings continue to rise no matter how much the sun burns them, stirring chaos in her perfect world. Like any infection, she knows her life will be better when the disgusting ticks are out of her fur. All she has to do is slaughter her way through in order to achieve perfection, but fighting this disease may risk her own life and worst of all - imperfection. [Warning: All characters, plotline, and cover belong to me! Copying is NOT PERMITTED]

In the four Clans where females are considered weak, the peace of hundred moons is beginning to crack. Rheakit is angered by the horrific oppression the she-cats of the Clan are suffering every day. The Integi are falling, and someone is behind it all. It is up to the she-cats to rise up against the patriarchy and break free. This style of Clan was created by me, @piperstones. Credit me if you use it. fabulous cover created by the lovely @sageheart!

When Dawnrise is made a warrior, she thinks she's ready. She's determined to protect her Clan and stand by her loyal clanmates through thick and thin. But he sister is jealous of her, the medicine cat's apprentice isn't very fond of her and she's constantly fighting with her denmate, Silvermist. For the first time, Dawnrise finds herself questioning everything she does - what if she's not as good of a warrior as she seems? Then the murders begun. Dawnrise is sure it's someone from ReedClan - they've been after FernClan territory since the founding of the Clans. She also has a theory that the murders are targeted at her, somehow. But how could any ReedClan warrior know about her fondness of Treepaw, or that Sunflower was her mother? Dawnrise suddenly finds herself caught in a web of lies and betrayal, and she doesn't think she'll ever escape again. Until she's given a prophecy that could save her Clan...and the the chance to bring lives into the world. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞/𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Would you like to see the sinister past of one of the most treacherous cats in the Dark Forest? Long before she terrorized the dreams of Poolstar, Darkfrost was a warrior of IceClan. But when all her Clan denys her, she is burdened with vengeance.

Two cats. One soul-driven desire to be leader. They've worked together thus far. But one battle determines who will next lead the Clan. One cat will emerge victorious. And the other... the other is killed. WARNING: this book contains gore, dark themes, and uncomfortable topics. HIGHEST RANK: #9 in warriorcats

Finchsong has never fit in. She has never belonged to anyone. She has never had any friends. She has never felt anything other loneliness. Her own mother, littermates, father, and her whole clan had never been there for her. Her life was a never ending cycle of hatred, misery, sadness. And the only reason was because of how she looked. A Dark tortoiseshell, white and orange, with blue eyes. She looked like Tallbriar. The murderer and traitor of her clan. That was the only reason. Her apprentice life was just the same, but worse. She was worked harder than any apprentice. Her mentor gave her no praise, but she figured out when she did good. She ended up the best warrior the clan had seen in ages. She was amazing and a vital part of her clan, but they refused to see it. She became a new, silent cat. She distanced herself form others, knowing it would be no good. And it never will be.

Prophecy. When you here that word, you expect a story about a cat destined for greatness, naturally talented. Jiovekit is supposed to be exactly that. But this story is not about her. It's about her "untalented" sister, Redkit. The she-kit that will grow up and never do anything significant. After all, Jiovekit is phrased by StarClan! Redkit will be just a normal warrior, right? We Could Be Series #1.

"What's...wrong with her?" The queen cried, gathering her remaining kits together with her tail. The small kit she was referring to cowered under her mothers hateful gaze, having no idea why the she-cat was so afraid. What was wrong with her? "I-I don't understand.." She trailed off, looking towards her siblings for help. But they didn't. They too were afraid and confused. The queen suddenly pushed past her kits and snatched the isolated up from her paws. The she-kits mewling was ignored by her mother as the queen stomped around the clan camp, looking for a puddle. Luckily, it rained the night before and she shoved the kits face into a large pool of water gathering in front the medicine den. The she-kit looked down at the water and stared at her reflection. But she didn't see anything wrong. She was a spitting image of her mother! However, as she stared at her reflection long enough she saw a white splotch form on her face. After realizing this, her mother spat into her ear: "Your cursed, Ravenkit." ----- Ravenflight was always avoided by her clanmates, after mysterious white splotches began forming on her jet-black pelt. To make matters worse, there was a prophecy warning Moorclan that one of their warriors aren't who they think they are...as you might expect, everybody thought it was Ravenflight. However, when the clans newest member-and the only cat who cared about her-revealed himself to be the son of an enemy, Ravenflight must choose the clan who never wanted her, or the rogue clan who welcomed her with open, but bloody paws.