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 }

Cover by the love of my life, @kivalori Dawnclaw is the proud mother of five kits, and she loves them dearly. But with five needy kits to look after she doesn't have time to care for them all. It was a mistake. She never meant it to happen. She thought she was a good mother. But when her Sablekit is diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder as a result of emotional neglect, Dawnclaw wants to break in two, knowing that, however unintended, she did this. Now, she must learn to trust her kit, And help him learn to trust her. But there is lilac hatred withering underneath, and when everything turns to dust.. Who will still breathe ?

It is a relaxed time for the clans, prey is plentiful and seasons are pleasant. Sooner or later, secrets and betrayals are revealed and the clans become vulnerable to cats with misguided ambitions. Meanwhile, one cat has to choose between saving her clan or following her own dark desires. Book 1 of the "White Shadows" series.

"There are two things that separate us, perfection and imperfection..." What if a tribe was run by perfection? Where failure is no option. That one mistake could end a life. Positions are won by strengths and there are no such things as flaws. Take every mistake, tripping, falling, failing, and erase it all. In this world, there's perfection. Nothing bad ever happens - after all, perfection means flawless. Being perfect is the only way to live and falling short of that expectation is unforgivable. That is Citrus' world. There's no betrayal, no heartache, no mistakes, no sickness, no deaths, and no unnecessary battles that force her to choose sides. All that's waiting for her is the bright sun, shining its golden beams onto her. Home to all perfect cats: the Tribe of Shining Suns. A shining, dark world where the perfect roam. But what happens to those who don't shine? As long as there is a sun, there are always shadows. Citrus has always thought of herself as a proud cat and wrinkles her nose at the sound of Imperfects; cats that suffer and starve in the shadows. Those cats stumble and fail yet try to spread their seeds in fresh soil, lingering around the world like an ongoing sickness. These disgraceful beings continue to rise no matter how much the sun burns them, stirring chaos in her perfect world. Like any infection, she knows her life will be better when the disgusting ticks are out of her fur. All she has to do is slaughter her way through in order to achieve perfection, but fighting this disease may risk her own life and worst of all - imperfection. [Warning: All characters, plotline, and cover belong to me! Copying is NOT PERMITTED]

Frecklesky loves to fight and defend her Clan, but has a habit of keeping others at a tail's length. When she meets a pretty kittypet on enemy territory, can she continue being loyal to her Clan, or will she sacrifice what little she has for a stranger - a cat she may be head over heels for? ❀ I originally came up with this story on July 9th, 2021. I started writing it on March 30th, 2022. I finished the story on May 30th, 2022. Word Count: 30,000+ Cover by ashlilycats on Instagram. Please note that this is the roughest of rough drafts. Inspired by Erin Hunter's "Warrior Cats" series. ❀ ** COMPLETE, UNEDITED! **