For centuries, the elemental cat groups EarthClan, FireClan, and WaterClan have lived in harmony together. Small skirmishes were never a problem, nor were any outsiders to the Clans. Newly-apprenticed Houndpaw finds the abilities of his Clanmates odd, but is excited nonetheless for his own revealance and his making of a warrior. With his friends Bloodpaw and Ochrepaw, all seems well; until a mystery about his deceased blood parents is revealed and his whole world comes crashing down. On the other side of the border, a villainous she-cat by the nickname "Dark" has been sent from the shadows of hell to steal every power from the Clan cats and keep them for herself. Young Houndpaw may be inexperienced, but he knows he must do something about Dark; especially when she's involved in a cult, sacrifices, and killings. Will Houndpaw, Bloodpaw, and Ochrepaw be able to save the elemental Clans? Or will their peaceful world dissolve under the claws of Dark? F O U R C A T S T H R E E C L A N S T W O O M E N S O N E E N D

Ever since she was a young kit, all Larkpaw has wanted to do was to help her Clanmates. Thus, it seems an obvious choice to become the medicine cat apprentice. From her first night as an apprentice onward, however, the young cat is haunted by disturbing dreams of battle and bloodshed. Perhaps these visions mean that she chose right, becoming ThunderClan's bridge between the living and their warrior ancestors, but she can't help but wonder if the path she's chosen is truly the best way to serve her Clanmates. When all-out war breaks out between her Clan and one of the others who share its borders, her faith and loyalty in StarClan, her Clanmates, and herself are truly put to the test. ----- This fanfiction is based on some of the very first WARRIORS characters and plots I- and one of my close friends- came up with after getting into the series many years ago. While the originals were perhaps not the most well thought-out or intriguing in the world (or even among WARRIORS fanfiction), they actually weren't horrible, and with some tweaking I managed to make it into a decent story. Thus, this fanfiction is a callback to simpler times- the old forest where dead cats stayed dead, living cats stayed in their borders (mostly), no one had powers, medicine cats actually CHOSE to be medicine cats, and not everything happened because of a prophecy probably (definitely) revolving around ThunderClan. That said, I feel as though I should apologize that this story takes place mostly within ThunderClan; I considered changing it, but I felt that switching Clans would not be true enough to the original stories and characters (as bland and childish as they may have been). I do hope, however, that I've managed to make ThunderClan a BIT less Sue-y and unlikeable. All that said, thank you for reading! I hope it serves to return to some of the original spirit of WARRIORS, and that you enjoy reading this story as much as we have had years of fun imagining and re-imagining it.

In the four Clans where females are considered weak, the peace of hundred moons is beginning to crack. Rheakit is angered by the horrific oppression the she-cats of the Clan are suffering every day. The Integi are falling, and someone is behind it all. It is up to the she-cats to rise up against the patriarchy and break free. This style of Clan was created by me, @piperstones. Credit me if you use it. fabulous cover created by the lovely @sageheart!

Two kits, one litter. Flamekit and Icekit are as different as two cats can be. Both born to Dawnflower, every cat is puzzled by their appearances - with a cream she-cat for their mother and a black tom for their father, a reddish ginger tomkit and a whitish-blue she-kit isn't exactly what everyone expected. However, there are reasons behind it - reasons that StarClan will not share. And as the two are apprenticed, they feel like everyone is hiding a secret. Leader and medicine cat, both acting strange around them. Their very own mentors, training them for a completely different reason than expected. StarClan, unwilling to give away a single hint. And as the two cats grow in power, they must make a single decision - Bring good to their Clan... Or destroy it? PRAISE FOR WARRIORS: FIRE AND ICE "Wow, your story is already so compelling, and it's only chapter three! Can't wait to read more." ~Wikidclown "Really liking it! The hint at the character relationship between Flamepaw and Larkpaw is really making me look forward to more." ~Sparrowheart838 HIGHEST RANK: #654 in Adventure

Being able to manipulate elements is common among the clan cats. ThunderClan have many heavy-defensive earth and poison type cats, RiverClan cats are often the enviable water manipulators, ShadowClan are sharp offensive fire types, and WindClan swift air manipulators. The Clans prospered with tense peacefulness, and they grew in great number, several new rare manipulation types even popped up, like ice and wood. Then it happened. ThunderClan attacked. With the realization that RiverClan, the largest of the Clans, held the advantage of water being stronger than their earth and poison, they slaughtered over half of RiverClan in a night relentless battle. Smokepaw was known as the RiverClan prodigy, greatly skilled in fighting with her water abilities. Now she's known as just another one of the RiverClan survivors staying in ShadowClan. Smokepaw isn't dumb though. She knows ThunderClan wants her dead. Whether or not she goes down with a fight, she isn't actually sure. // warning: contains graphic description of violence, blood, wounds, and gore; dark themes; graphic death. lgbtq+ characters and relationships very prominent updates, for the most part, once a week. see my s/mb for news on how it's coming along. start: sep 3, 2017 finish:

"But, why am I of all cats to be chosen with this task?!" She asked, her silver tabby fur spiked with apprehension and anxiety. "Only you have the determination and belief to bring Waveclan back to its rightful home, Silverheart." The starry cat replied calmly. ❝ It is you that is destined to reclaim our rightful home. Now is the time.❞ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ What would happen if you were destined to do something you had no knowledge of? A task so great, that you never believed you would be the one chosen to do it? Silverheart is a young warrior of Waveclan, new in the prospects of warrior. Strong, determined, intelligent, and light-hearted, she serves as a skilled warrior to the clan she loves the most. One day, something happens that Silverheart never imagined would exist, four other clans. [Slow-Updates] Cover by: @mint-tiff Time when published: 3/8/17

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 }

Two cats. One soul-driven desire to be leader. They've worked together thus far. But one battle determines who will next lead the Clan. One cat will emerge victorious. And the other... the other is killed. WARNING: this book contains gore, dark themes, and uncomfortable topics. HIGHEST RANK: #9 in warriorcats

A horror like no other rises up itself in the Clans, causing a disturbance that shakes the forest's roots. Pebblescar, a loyal RiverClan warrior, is loved by all those in his Clan, always doing the right thing for everyone. Whoever he meets, he can befriend, and he always seemed to make good decisions. But in another reality, the blood on his paws is far greater than anyone could imagine . . . and in that world, he's a murderer, feared by all those who hear his name. Every night when Pebblescar sleeps, he wakes up in each alternate reality, as the same cat with different intentions. But Pebblescar himself doesn't know who he is anymore, especially when the horrors of each world reach him to the core. Who is Pebblescar, really, and what world does he actually belong in? Follow along in this captivating mystery, and this never-ending blood-bath of a cat with two different fates that'll never compare with any other. (Bootiful cover by @FrostFireWarriorCat)

Hero pretty much has this whole life thing figured out. Ever since he was a kit, he has had the astounding ability to find any object, item, or creature that he sets his mind to. He spends his days sleeping on the sunlit window of his two-leg partner's workshop, and his nights out prowling the city on the hunt for danger. But when he meets with an unfortunate circumstance and finds himself among the cats of one of legendary wild Clans, it's not a matter of whether he's ready for an adventure, but a matter of whether adventure's ready for him. [Cover by @FrostFireWarriorCat]