"It is forbidden for a reason, young one. Love makes you weak, a fraction of yourself. It keeps you from being the best you can be and that is why we must mask it. Ambition, intelligence, strength - now those are qualities that will get you through this harsh life. But being loving, compassionate, kind? Those are the best ways to get yourself killed." Generations after the Masked Uprising and the fall of StarClan, DarkClan's way of life is no less harsh. Emotions are strictly forbidden and any talk of the Old Life is considered treasonous and punishable by death. It is in this cruel setting that Nightpaw finds himself apprenticed to the only cat with an ounce of freedom: the truth-teller, a cat specifically chosen by the Masked to remember the history of DarkClan. Yet, Nightpaw doubts the truth in the truth-teller's stories and finds them even harder to reconcile when he is visited by someone he'd been taught no longer exists. Caught between fear and curiosity, the truth-teller's apprentice finds himself stuck between two versions of the Clan's history - two truths where there should only be one. And he will stop at nothing until the truth is unmasked. // I have the story rated as teen. Please be warned that there will be a lot of bloodshed and dark matters discussed in this novel.

~BOOK ONE OF THE BURNING~ Blood. Death. Fear. That is what makes up FloraClan. It's what keeps them together. But for Robinpaw, it's what haunts her dreams. Ever since the murder of her brother at the paws of her sister, Robinpaw has feared blood more than anything else. Her sister was exiled from the Clan...but Robinpaw can't help but think there was a bigger conspiracy in place. Why did her sister know the killing bite? Why were the Healers absent? And most importantly...why did none of the Testers seem surprised? Nothing seems to make sense...nothing adds up. For Robinpaw, it all leads to one question: Was FloraClan really a paradise? [Please note, this story is only a draft! The link to the full, published, Amazon version is available on my profile. Please check it out!]

"The darkness was never meant to be, and two cats, high and proud will lead and destroy." On the day of his apprentice ceremony, Icepaw had a dream that forever shattered the peace of the forest. Darkness surrounds Icepaw and his Clan as a mysterious new prophecy hints that trouble will soon come. He is determined to protect his Clan at all costs from the danger, but what he didn't know is that the danger lurked closer before than it ever has, and Icepaw has to put in all of his strength to protect the Clan he has come to love very much. But with the darkness rising, he is also facing troubles as well. He didn't know who he could trust anymore, who he could love, or what he should do. All Icepaw wanted to do was become a warrior, but he did not know that he had to pay such high prices for the actions he was to take. * * * >>ALL RIGHTS RESERVED; don't use the characters or story without prior permission from the author! Story completed November 2015.<< ((DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors. THIS IS A FANFICTION!)) ((EDITING COMPLETE - 19 July 2018.))

As a StarClan cat, Batchaser is expected to deliver prophecies, visit dreams, and speak wisely on behalf of his Clan. However, his distaste toward the living world spills into reality, and before he knows it, the shadows have spread through the lake and are poisoning those he's left behind. In this long-awaited, dedicated adventure, Batchaser must find the meaning behind family, friendship, and - most of all - morality. Began: November 24, 2016 Cover by Sacred Roses.

What would happen if a Clan leader suddenly lost all memory of her past lives? Ashstar awakens at the Moonstone without a single memory of her past. Having to guide a Clan that was prophesized to fail, Ashstar must learn what it means to be a leader and how to move on. Worst of all, she is forced to keep her missing memory a secret from her entire Clan, but doing so will be difficult when a Clan rivalry turns deadly... Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter. Cover by @ThatOneWarriorCatFan

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 }

"Sweet as sugar, hard as ice, hurt me once and I'll kill you twice. " ~~~~~~~~~~ Froststar. Leader of ThunderClan. He stopped at nothing, and will continue to, to be in power. Don't get in his way.... he won't hesitate to kill you. Embrace his few, good qualities, ThunderClan. Because he'll be around for awhile. Better try and love him, 'cause if you show that you hate him... well, no trap or trick or brute strength has killed him yet. This is his story. Credit for the cover goes to AngelTheWildWolf Warning: this is extremely dark with violence and medium gore This is a fanfic! I do not own the concept, only the plot line and characters. I do not own Warriors! Some good rankings: #8 in ShadowClan, #7 in WindClan, #11 in ThunderClan, #1 in RiverClan, #1 in SkyClan, #50 in warriorcats, #102 in cats, #135 in warriors, #4 in warriorcatfanfiction and #31 in Clans, #1 in Clancats, #12 in StarClan, #26 in leader, #5 in tyrant, #1 in warriorcode, and #1 in ninelives.

Rainkit is what is considered a mistake. Her parents, clan, and any other cat that looks at her face flinches. She is renamed on her mother's request, and is an outcast from everything she's ever known. She finally finds a home and a family in a place she never expects, accepts who she is, and love sprouts in the strangest of places at the most ironic of times it seems. Book 1 of the "What Is There To Do?" series.