The best (cough cough) warriors fanfiction you'll ever read. It doesn't make sense but hopefully it makes you laugh

I am human, or I was. I was fine, and now I'm cursed with insanity. They say I can do great things, but all I've done so far is kill. Sacrifice can only get me so far, and the feeling of exile and outcast isn't new to me. Is this what you wanted StarClan?

bluebellpaw is J E A L O U S lilacpaw has always been P E R F E C T little does she know her petty jealousy may mean the difference between life and death jealousy series 1/3 ☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎ i wrote this when i was 11 or 12 lmfao read at your own risk looking back, this is basically the description of "i aint ever seen two pretty sisters, always one of them gotta be ugly"

lilacpaw has a perfect world... what can be wrong with that? jealousy series 2/3

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 }

Can you trust your own judgement..? The forest is peaceful, the four Clans are living in harmony and everything seems perfect. Flowerkit is born during this peaceful time, and is excited to begin her life as a warrior, and dreams of being leader. As she climbs through her Clan, facing struggles along the way she soon learns that darkness from each Clan threatens the peaceful forest. As a warrior, Flowerpelt must fight to keep her peace but battle against what she thinks she knows. From evil rising from within her own Clan, as well as the others she risks everything to protect her home and family.

Scourge ruled the forest ever since he had murdered Firestar in the Darkest Hour. From then on, he took over the Clans and created a bloodthirsty game that only the twisted enjoyed... Poison is the new ruler - after Bone died he became the deputy - and now, he continues the Hunger Games. Feathertail has been chosen and she and Icepaw are trying to beat the death that looms around every corner. Will she be able to win despite her alliance with Icepaw?

Runningwish and her littermate, Voleeye, have discovered their gifts from Starclan. Unfortunately, their sister Goldensky has left the clan with her lover, the treacherous Tigertooth, after a failed attempt to take Greystar's life. Shadowclan and Thunderclan bristle at the borders as a new prophecy is given. How will Sunkit endure growing up in the clan as the child of traitors?

Ghostwish is a young gale grey tabby she-cat. Her life as a Seer is relatively normal, the occasional bricking of other warriors was normal and familiar to her. Then one night she meets a more than normal ghost, one that holds a dark prophecy over the clans. ... Shadows rise, clans will fall, through one wish could save them all...... ~rewriting~

Whitepaw was just abnormal apprentice, until one tragic day changed it all.