" I am a tempest with telephone lines, and I will dance with devastation " ⟪ _____________________________________ ⟫ Aubade isn't okay. And neither is Aquiver.

When both medicine cats get a prophecy seasons before the real thing, they don't believe it's real. But when North Korea nukes America's beloved state, Washington, it feels all too close to home. Literally. RockClan and StreamClan are thrown into a world of desperation, death, and confusion as their home and the world around them is destroyed. But the poisonous water, waves, fire, radiation, and loss of kin isn't the hardest thing these Clan cats have to deal with. The flesh-craving, virus-carrying, spine-tingling killers are back - thanks to the nuke - for every cats blood and sanity and they won't stop until everyone's either dead or insane.

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

Ferretkit was only one moon old when her mother, Wolfstar, clawed her face, leaving lasting scars. Now an outcast among her own clanmates, Ferretpaw struggles with fury and a growing desperation to prove herself. She's left all too vulnerable for when a mysterious stranger arrives in ShoreClan, offering her love and power beyond all her wildest dreams. ___________________ She turned her piercing gaze right at me, smiling with all her teeth. "Everything will be revealed in time. I will personally find the beasts that walk among us, and see that they are...punished." _____________________________-

Perfection is the first word Nightkit hears, the first adjective she's described as. The only word she cares about. The only thing she needs to be. It's the only thing anyone needs to be. It's the only thing anyone can be. Nightkit is perfect. Her sister is not. Dawnkit was born crippled. After her mother is severely punished, she begs for her daughter's life. And, unexplainably, Froststar spares her. Dawnkit has two moons as an apprentice. No more, no less. Two moons to prove herself, to provide the Clan a reason she should be kept alive even though she isn't perfect. Nightkit knows it won't be enough time. [originally posted on the warriorcats forums. I don't own warriors, but this idea is mine]

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 }

An alternate universe of the book series Warrior Cats where Bluefur of ThunderClan leaves her home with her kittens instead of giving them up to stop the evil Thistleclaw from becoming Leader. I'm also doing this on NaNoWriMo! https://nanowrimo.org/participants/softkitties/novels/conflagration-1572007

Pythonpaw thought she had a family, life and purpose in DuneClan, the fierce clan of warriors who survive in a harsh environment fraught with dangers. But when a traumatic incident leaves her ruthlessly wounded, her entire life is shattered. Suddenly, she is the outcast of her clan, no longer allowed to be a warrior... _____________________________ I tried to keep my head high as I limped into the clearing. My head throbbed faintly, alongside the tenderness of the puncture wound on my foreleg. The entirety of DuneClan seemed to be gathered around a large central rock, where the clan leader was seated. They're all looking at me. "You can't seriously be doing this to her!" A growl sounded from the back of the crowd. "She's just a kit!" "She's cursed," Pricklestar said flatly. "We all know how deadly snakes are, and now she has the venom of one running through her veins. How could a cat like her ever be a warrior?" _____________________________