StarClan - not an end of a cat's adventure, it is just a beginning... Once upon a time, StarClan was peaceful. Birds tweet with a sweet voice, adding its own melody to the clan full of peace and mysteries, of the stars, of the ancestors, of the world of wars and peace, of the world of ups and downs. Things change. That only happened once upon a time... Stars did not beam. The darkness slowly approached and swallowed all. A dark power rose under the brightness of the stars, will the darkness cover the shooting stars forever? Every cat has its own story. Twilightbreeze, a young medicine cat of SkyClan, just enters the world of stars, prophecies, and mysteries. The danger can be anywhere in her life, but will it be too late until she figured out? Mysterious poisoning, sudden fire, unavoidable battle, surprising conflicts, everything seems strange and there are always reasons behind, waiting to be solved. Seemed to have the perfect timing, StarClan turned against her at the critical time of union. With the world tearing apart, can Twilightbreeze save the world from collapsing? With the unique power that StarClan gives her, can Twilightbreeze stop the darkness from spreading? Or StarClan will remain in the dark forever and ever? { Copying of any sort is NOT PERMITTED, including writing style } { Commenting, voting, and fanart making will be greatly appreciated } { Cover art by AfterStorms } { Highest rank: #15 in warriorcatsfanfiction, #22 in starclan } ❥ The Seranian Awards 2020 May OVERALL // 2nd Place ❥ The Spring Awards 2020 // 1st Place ❥ The Future Awards 2020 // 1st Place ❥ The Dandionline Awards 2020 // 1st Place ❥ The Hidden Gems Awards 2020 // 1st Place ❥ The Undiscovered Awards 2020 (batch 1) // 1st Place ❥ The Hidden Gems Awards 2020 // 1st Place ❥ Graphomania Awards 2020 // 3rd Place ❥ The Mystical May Contest 2020 // 3rd Place WARNING: NOT EDITED, WILL BE CARRIED OUT IN SUM

A sickness - like a mere case of the chills or a minor whitecough in a patient - is often something a medicine cat can easily fix, with some leafy catmint or perhaps a pawful of feverfew. It is vanquished effortlessly, and the illness is gone. It does not come back unless someone receives it again. But when the Clans have contracted a terrible sickness, StarClan has not answered for moons, and they are losing numbers quickly, nobody knows what to do. The medicine cats have done all they can for their Clanmates, however, nothing has worked. No longer outside the elder's den lay a lazy, gray-muzzled cat. The nursery, ever so faintly smelling of milk, only contains memories of what used to happen in the usually cheery den. The warrior's den only have three or four inhabitants, each of which thinks grimly of the day that the sickness could come upon them. The apprentice's den, in some Clans, has one cat who comes to sleep in it each night, cold and alone. Others are empty, filled with grief for lost futures. Leaf-fall has tumbled upon the Clans. Leaf-bare approaches, peeking over the treetops some mornings. This awful illness has lasted since Green-leaf and, still, with the medicine cats searching every day and the warrior's eyes peeled for it, a cure has not been found. However, each Clan has a reason for StarClan not answering them, and they mostly stick to it. Withering herbs, Clanmates, may wilt until they are nothing but a pile of dust, blown away by wind. { Copying of any sort is NOT PERMITTED. } { The cover is made by the lovely @Talfli - go give her a follow & some votes. } { highest ranking: 40 in warriorcats | 1 in warriorcatsfanfiction }