You are a big-hearted kit of Thunderclan, and also the only ever surviving daughter of your mother HoneyFall. Both your father, ThrushStep, and mother are very protective of you. The elders are very fond of you, and you have a group of friends. Thunderclan thrives with warriors! What could go wrong? (This story is also on my Quotev account. @ButNowWereStressedOut

Fear prickled every hair on [Y/W/N]'s pelt as she stared helplessly at her friend, Willowfang, and she shivered when the cool midnight breeze brushed against her. The cream colored warrior's mouth was gaped open in a silent scream, her violet orbs dull and wide open as a pool of scarlet blood was forming from her wound on her neck. Who would do such a terrible thing to an innocent cat?

You see the title ! So get here and put your requests And i don't mind OC's And I do a lot of depressing stories