Leaf-fall has come to the mountains, and an uneasy silence has settled over the Clans. Prey behaves strangely, the nights grow colder than they should, and even the medicine cats struggle to understand the signs the stars have begun to send. Chosen as ValleyClan's medicine cat apprentice, Chervilpaw never expected to walk the path of a healer. But when haunting dreams unlike any seen before begin to plague his sleep, he finds himself carrying cryptic prophecies that no cat - not even his mentor - can decipher. As each mysterious omen comes true, Chervilpaw begins to wonder if fate can be changed . . . or if every prophecy demands a price. With the forest growing darker by the moon, he must decide how far he's willing to go to protect the Clans - even if the path before him leads somewhere no medicine cat was ever meant to tread.

❛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀʀᴘ-ɴᴏᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ❜ - ✴︎ - Rosemarypaw, a PlumeClan apprentice with the weight of her bloodline upon her shoulders and a secret that could ruin it all. Violet, a Twolegplace cat viewed as lesser than even a kittypet, trapped in a situation that seems insurmountable. It's said that solace comes in unexpected ways, and the bond that forms between the two young cats is no exception. As different as they are, their lives quickly become entangled. But time is slipping away, and they know they will eventually have to make a decision. All the while, a war is brewing between two Clans that have begrudgingly coexisted for seasons. And Rosemarypaw isn't the only one with a dangerous secret that could overturn life as they know it. - ✴︎ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴛs ғʀᴀɴᴄʜɪsᴇ ɪs ᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʀɪɴ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏғ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. [complete; 35,638 words]

ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs ᴏɴᴇ-sʜᴏᴛ. - ☾ - Pearlspeckle is ordinary as any cat; a warrior of ShoreClan whose only notable trait is the bad luck that trails her. Still, relatively ordinary with all things considered. At least, that was what she thought, up until the night the moon spoke to her. [complete; 1883 words]

The echoes of our victory will reign, and we will not fall ever again. °•°•°•°•° After EchoClan was taken over by the delirious Archangel and Waspstar was killed, a rebellion was led away to a new camp. SpiritClan selected Dimstar to become the rebellions leader and all was well. But peace will never reign for long. Dimstar knows that soon enough, they will have to take action against Archangel and his followers. They must take EchoClan back. The battle is drawing nearer and tensions are rising. Dimstar must step up to be a true leader and but others must step up to stand together.. Or they will all fall apart. °•°•°•° Based off the deleted Roleplay of EchoClan. Aesthetic cover by @monqrchfli

" malice shall corrupt reality, and turn blood on blood for a rotting wait of revenge " There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of treachery and greed. But then there are the Betweeners, cats too malicious to even rest in the Dark Realm or who have served a life that the ancestors cannot decipher as right or wrong. Lynxpaw is the medicine cat apprentice of RidgeClan. Their neighbors are HeathClan and the two Clans have lived at unharmed peace for many moons. Everything is swell and easygoing for the apprentice, until a startling vision shakes her and her mentor, Nightfrost, and a trip to the Moon Realm warns them of danger lurking amongst the Clans. The two never expected to return to a sudden death. Unsettling new presences and imagery within their Clan. A new wave of destruction has washed over their Clans and with Lynxpaw's granted power of short visions to depict the near future, will she and others ever be able to stop the possessing corruption overtaking their Clans?

A long time ago, a former softpaw led a faction of abandoned strays to a land he called sacred and promising. He promised them a fulfilling life as long as they stayed together and protected their land. The group grew to be strong and healthy under Asteráki's rule, and after his passing they eventually named the land after him. They lived in peace for many moons, keeping to themselves and never facing any threats. That was until a strange Clan arrived upon their land, and apprehension washed over them. They at first tried to organize serenity with the Clan, but it eventually evolved into cultural disputes and wars, the two of them fighting over the land. Hollybristle is the prince of AsterClan and grew up on the lands of Astéraki. He saw no means in fighting and despised his own traditions, being assigned to be the general's daughter's mate. He is distasteful of his own Clan, desperate to stop the havoc they have caused and even the discrimination within his own Clan. When Hollybristle meets Kali, everything seems to flicker with a little more hope. The prince wants to work with the heir, and eventually stop the corruption his Clan has caused. But little did the two expect to fall in love, while a war is approaching and blood seeps at their paws. This the blood they spill.

Every warriors universe has their own beliefs and ways. And yet Hemlockshade is forced to live in one where he isn't accepted. The young feline has been running from his problems since he was a kit. Escaping the ones who had tried to kill him, he just barely managed to escape alive. However, when he stumbles across a group of forest cats, his life doesn't get much better. Inside the village he is different. Odd. Some say even a curse. But he can't just run away - if he strays too far he might be caught by the ones who were after him. The feline is torn and aching more than ever; trapped in a toxic relationship, living in a civilization where most are scared and hostile towards him, and on the verge of running away. So, how does he cope? He doesn't. He simply doesn't. ❀ STARTED ; 07.12.19 ❀ FINISHED ; 0.0.0

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 }

It's been a long time since the mountain of the stars has seen a clan shrouded by the foggy sea, and its yearning has spun a prophecy as ancient as the tales surrounding it. But prophets are useless in adversaries with ancients spells, and it may just take until the final hour to understand the complete importance of reality.