Ravendusk is consumed with the daunting presence of depression while battling the recent death of his sister, a colloidal of guilt and an emotionally taxing relationship. When he's finally given the energy to leave his nest, an excursion with his friends turns into a traumatic journey. A story about trauma, the corruption and abuse of power and found family.

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 }

Sage is a delicate plant, one that can be crushed simply with a strong, hefty paw. And in SageClan, this paw belongs to Cougarstar, the leader who seems to have no heart. he is strict and sharp with his warriors and only seems to be remotely kind to his mate and his heir, Bearpatch, who seems not too bothered by his father's issues. Plenty of rules have been set in place to be sure that SageClan flourishes for as long as it can, and despite the fact that Cougarstar has not made the majority of these rules, they have certainly been bent for some cats of the Clan. of course, with Cougarstar's permission, for if anything were to slip by the leader, the cat would be in grave trouble. Though, all around poor Cougarstar's blossoming, lovely Clan lay a territory filled with threats, each one baring sharp teeth and strong jaws... almost alike to a cougar's. { Copying of any sort is NOT PERMITTED. } { highest ranking: 102 in adventure }