Once there was peace. Where creatures and mortals and monsters lived alongside each other, loved one another. But then there was a murder and war engulfed the lands. Mortals turned on their friends, ripping through their territories and lives, destroying everything they had ever built together. Attempting to wipe out those who they saw as imperfect. Unnatural. Beasts. But they weren't able to wipe them all. The werewolves grew in power, ravaging the forests and mountains, growing and flourishing in the darkness as legends started to swarm, stories and terrifying nightmares that began to haunt the mortals who still continued to live in fear and hate. The mortals saw the werewolves as enemies unlike the angels, the hybrids, the birds. And as much as they tried to defeat them, they were never successful. Until the King of the East Kingdom was given a prophecy. A prophecy that spoke either the death of the Ruler of werewolves. Or the return of peace. But to the King? Peace was never an option. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// TW and mentions of: Blood, violence, knives (weapons), murder The Ruler and The Hunter Au belongs to @FlameonLeaf Designs (Art and Cover) and Plots belong to @FlameonLeaf PLEASE DO NOT REWRITE THE STORY OR MAKE YOUR OWN VERSION OF IT 1# Rusame - 01/02/21 1# Countryhumans - 01/02/21

"Thank you. I hope we get to train together soon. You're my littermate and I'll always be there for you." His words to his brother echoed in his mind. Oakheart could see the bloody shape of the ThunderClan deputy fleeing before him as he shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the red drops dripping down from a cut on his forehead. - This is a short story based on Oakheart's final breaths. I'll be writing more short stories like these, including Swiftpaw's death. I hope you enjoy!