THIS VERSION OF THE STOLEN IS OLD AND IS BEING REWRITTEN! PLEASE READ THE REWRITTEN VERSION! <3 ---------------------------------- COVER ARTIST: pumpkabooo on Deviant Art SEQUELS: The Survivors THIS STORY CONTAINS: Gore, Animal Violence, Mental Illness, Triggering Themes ----------------------------------

Two cats. One soul-driven desire to be leader. They've worked together thus far. But one battle determines who will next lead the Clan. One cat will emerge victorious. And the other... the other is killed. WARNING: this book contains gore, dark themes, and uncomfortable topics. HIGHEST RANK: #9 in warriorcats

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 }

Dipperflight isn't okay. His relationships are toxic, and his entirety is aching. It's like crows pecking at your heart... they peck and peck and you just want to run away. Dipperflight's stuck though-- stuck with a terrible love in a Clan that doesn't understand how much he's hurting. He can't just run away. He'd be leaving behind family, friends, memories, morals, loyalties.... But the crows... Oh, the crows.... A story about relationships, loyalties, and love. LGBT+ characters, including the main character. Warning for abuse, darker themes, blood/gore