(REMASTERED VERSION AVAILABLE AND IN PROGRESS: "Broken Horns - Remastered!") During one of the last afternoons on their home snowy island, the chieftain of the Yakistini Tribe chooses a large selection of Nichlings from the newest generation to carry on the lineage to a new snowy island. Usually, it is all said and done, and the lineage simply carries on. But some may wonder... what happens to those Nichlings left behind? What thoughts go through their minds as they realize that they'll be abandoned without any help to survive? That maybe tribe life was only cushioning their lives in a world where everything is out for your blood? That maybe the reason they left them behind was because inevitable death and destruction lurked only a few days away? (This story was inspired by gameplay on Niche - a Genetic Survival. I do not claim to own Niche nor am I linked to any of its associates.)

Perfection is the first word Nightkit hears, the first adjective she's described as. The only word she cares about. The only thing she needs to be. It's the only thing anyone needs to be. It's the only thing anyone can be. Nightkit is perfect. Her sister is not. Dawnkit was born crippled. After her mother is severely punished, she begs for her daughter's life. And, unexplainably, Froststar spares her. Dawnkit has two moons as an apprentice. No more, no less. Two moons to prove herself, to provide the Clan a reason she should be kept alive even though she isn't perfect. Nightkit knows it won't be enough time. [originally posted on the warriorcats forums. I don't own warriors, but this idea is mine]

Various incorrect quotes I've found and decided to use for these boys Keep in mind that this is all for fun and I'm not trying to offend anyone! Anything regarding ships is purely fictional, and please don't force anything! This is all for for fun! Also I don't own anything unless I say so! All of these I found from various users on Tumblr and from various fandoms.

The Yakistini Tribe was already falling apart: countless Nichlings had died, the food count was at an all-time low, and land was being lost to rogues with every passing season. But as if that wasn't enough, now another impending threat lurks beneath their paws, destined to destroy the entire island and everything that calls it home. Only a select few Nichlings are able to escape the island by way of a mystic set of stepping stones, leaving everyone else doomed to die an inevitable death. Sikola is one of many Nichlings left behind, and must push aside the grudges of her past if she is to find a way to escape with her life. Preview: ~~~~~~~~~~ "It's about time you made it, Yakistini. I knew your kind were slow, but really? I could have killed everyone here and been on my way by the time you arrived." A sudden snarl erupted from Chestnut's throat and he primed into a fighting position, his scales flared and hammertail curled. Hekala bared her huge white fangs, and Twigfoot started to brandish his torch. "Now, now. No sudden movements, or I might have to take... drastic action." A Nichling holding a large burning branch then sauntered up the boulder, puffing out his chest with pride and smirking a toothy grin. As he reached the edge of the boulder's jagged tip, the rogues below him began howling and barking a gruff applause. The Nichling was black with pure red splotches across his chest and paws, as if permanently stained with blood. His three gems and eyes were a dark orangey-red, and seemed to glimmer in the firelight. "Black Dusk..." Twigfoot mumbled under his breath. ~~~~~~~~~~ (This story was inspired by the character design and gameplay of Niche - a Genetic Survival. I do not claim to own Niche nor do I am affiliated with the developers.) (Please do keep in mind this is a WIP, and is highly subject to frequent changes.)

A sleepy forest town, a rowdy festival for Hallows Eve, a collection of ghosts, what could go wrong? Tw: Just don't read this book if you have Tw's

Erin Hunter chronicled the cats in their serious moments. But what happens when no one's watching?

This is a truth or dare fanfiction that I made. The Jade Winglet is bored and has nothing to do! Kinkajou saves the day with her idea of playing Truth or Dare. Read on to find out what they do! This is interactive, so please comment your ideas for truths and dares Highest ranks: •16 in wingsoffire •1 in turtlejou •2 in umber (All characters are made by Tui T Sutherland) (Except MS aka the mystery dragon)

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There was Worst Warrior Cats Fanfiction Ever, Worst Warrior Cats Fanfiction 2 and now there's WOrst Warrior Cats Fanfiction Ever 3

this it the "best" WaRrIoR cAtS fanfiction ever.... it's also a sequel