There are no prophecies, there is no guidance. The cats of Gullpaw's clan are struggling to survive disaster. With their leader cutting all ties with their ancestors and splitting from their neighboring clans, their future is looking grim. "I will not live with clan cats who still believe in those.. those stars!"...
Eat. Sleep. Survive. That's the daily activities of street dog, Fawn. And as a loner, life can go on without any pack-problems. But what happens when her nemesis tries to force her into becoming his mate? How long can Fawn run? And can an oddball dog pack help save her before it's too late?
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 t...
" I am a tempest with telephone lines, and I will dance with devastation " ⟪ _____________________________________ ⟫ Aubade isn't okay. And neither is Aquiver.
