BlazeClan is no ordinary clan. If you happen to be a non-royal she-cat, your fate is pretty much sealed, just like Goslingpaw's. Toms are valued much more and are given higher ranks while she-cats that are not royals are thrown to lowly ranks and are always expected to obey the toms' every command. What's more, the narcissistic clan leader, Cougarstar, expects nothing short of perfection. And his two nasty, spoiled children Lichenthorn and Beetlescar treat every single cat like they owe them the world. And Goslingpaw is sick of it all. When a prophecy speaking of a cat of grace and beauty bringing the clan to safety after Roadwalkers start to destroy the forests to build a hotel, the entire clan thinks the cat in the prophecy is her annoying and spoiled sister Swanpaw, but Goslingpaw knows it isn't her. How? Because Goslingpaw is the only one who heard the voices singing to her over the mountains.

How much are you willing to do to gain something you want, no matter the cost? Delilah isn't used to hearing the word 'no'. Be they the commoner strays that roamed the streets or other lower class softborns, no one dared refuse her. She got everything she wanted with just a pout and a flutter of her eyelashes. She had it all; riches, wealth, and more, what more could she possibly want when she lived a dream every cat wanted? The answer was simple; the one she-cat that she could never, ever have. But it was alright. Delilah would win her over eventually. No one ever said no to her, surely this cat wouldn't be any different. Right?

𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕀 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝔸𝕌 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕖𝕤, 𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕪-𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕. 🏵️ Veyrion 🦋 Valley Cats 🌸 Leviathan's Cradle 🧩 OC Lore 🍋‍🟩 Mary Sue/Gary Stu/ Cringe 🫟 Stereotypes/Clichés 🪙 Fanfiction

Artworks of ocs in my personal universe that I draw for others or other ocs that I just want to showcase for fun. {🪼} - OC Showcase {💠} - Requested {🌌} - Other Fandom OCs/Fanart

Born as the eldest kit of his litter, Milton had been taught proper etiquette, discipline and manners alongside his brother Tarquin so as to be a proper gentleman as long as he could remember. But there was one thing his family never spoke of, one thing they were forbidden from even dreaming of interacting with. Wild cats. A scourge on the name of all sophisticated, good cats. And the eldest of the Astral Family was glad to keep it that way. Wild cats and sophisticated cats of real class should not mix. So, when he learns of a life out there where adventure and adrenaline come first, and comes in to contact with one of the wild winged cats who lives it, he doesn't know which view is right and which is wrong.

Just a couple of short stories around the Valley Cats and some other fanclans that I created, some of them are old projects, some of them are projections of irl situations and some of them are stories I write when I'm absolutely bored and have nothing better to do :> [🦋] - FanClan Oneshot [🪽] - Valley Cats Oneshot [❄️] - Projection/Vent Fic [💧] - Old Drafts [🐟] - Crack/Mary Sue Slander

𝕃𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕪𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕨𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕. 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕪𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟; 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤, 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘; 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕔𝕖.

What can you do when the very things that are supposed to grant you freedom are restricted by those superior to you? That is the question Talonpaw has been asking herself for moons. Born into PrideClan, a clan of winged cats, she had been unfortunate enough to have her feathers fledged in dull, making her a lowly Muted while her siblings Galepaw and Brookpaw shine as Luminaura. If she'd said 'it's not fair' once, she'd said it a thousand times. The Muted were bullied and treated unfairly like servants for not being 'pure and radiant' like the Luminaura, with everything they do being restricted. Talonpaw doesn't want to live a life like this, but what choice does she have? When a series of events lands her and PrideClan into a strange new world called Embala, however, the chance for her wings to finally unfurl for herself finally becomes real.