"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. //

ShadowClan has never faced such an awful leaf-bare. But now, cats are starving and falling dead to a new illness. Desperate to survive this all and figure out what is happening, the ShadowClan medicine cat known as Hemlockfoot resorts to eating his own Clanmates to survive. • • • - Cover photography by Dina Nasyrovs on www.pexels.com - Warriors by Erin Hunter

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 }

Sealshadow has always been different from her clanmates. She's quiet, and is terrible with social interaction. Even with all of her wonderful qualities; her clanmates can't see past her flaws and avoid her. All she can do is stick to the shadows, and watch from afar. When the clan accepts a new stray, known as Calla, she's a bit weary. He's confident and cool, and she's the exact opposite. However, when he suddenly takes to Sealshadow, things get a bit messy for the wallflower she-cat. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ atypical main character. lgbtq+ relationships and characters. violence. romance. start . december 17, 2019 finished . april 6, 2020

Cottonkit was born dead. He never even got to take his first breath. As is the protocol for all stillborn kit death, StarClan tasks this tiny tom with watching over a living Clan cat: Acaciakit. Aging alongside this fiery she-cat, Cottonkit must watch her grow through life and try to help his living counterpart from self-destruction. a slice-of-life story telling of love, loss, growing up, and protecting those you love rated mature for mature themes (violence typical to warriors & suicidal side character)