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(OLD) (William Afton x reader) (COMPLETED) •----• Incident after incident, she seems to always go back to him no matter how much her mind to tells her not to. - DISCLAIMERS: •Swearing •Gore •Manipulation •Age gap of 9 years •Possible sexual content

Every disaster that threatens a Clan means StarClan will come and save you. You'll receive a prophecy that will save everything you love. The peril is vanquished in a battle, and there is no need for sleeping with one eye open anymore. StarClan will forever watch over you from your nest and keep you safe. That is what has been passed down from generations. Not every tale has to end like that: StarClan saving everyone with the chosen cat, everyone loving the hero or heroine - but it always does. So facing a challenge such as missing cats shouldn't be a challenging task. Moons pass on, cats keep disappearing faster and faster; nobody is doing anything to prevent the case. Everyone is relying on StarClan to send the prophecy to their medicine cat, just hoping that one day, the fiasco will end. Yet that's not the way fear works its way into hearts. Warriors, once brave and strong, now cowering behind one another. Apprentices with their eagerness to learn, now afraid of the outside world and going missing. Queens, always caring for their kits, now fearful of losing them to the mystery. Elders, who are as wise as the deepest river, now unable to provide an answers. With leaf-bare creeping up, the Clans are preparing for the harsh weather. Preparing for another season should be like gathering moss for the elders, but not this time. This time, the Clans are struggling just to assemble a hunting patrol and maintain borders. Forcing time out of daily tasks is asking the impossible. Leaf-bare is going to take the remaining lives of the cats that are lucky enough to even make it through leaf-fall. A silent storm will sweep across them and leave no traces; they might as well prepare to die in the white flakes of leaf-bare, covered up by mounds of snow, lost and forgotten. {This is a rewrite of my story and just like before, copying isn't allowed} {This is also a work of fanfiction! I do not own Warrior Cats!}

Sealshadow has always been different from her clanmates. She's quiet, and is terrible with social interaction. Even with all of her wonderful qualities; her clanmates can't see past her flaws and avoid her. All she can do is stick to the shadows, and watch from afar. When the clan accepts a new stray, known as Calla, she's a bit weary. He's confident and cool, and she's the exact opposite. However, when he suddenly takes to Sealshadow, things get a bit messy for the wallflower she-cat. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ atypical main character. lgbtq+ relationships and characters. violence. romance. start . december 17, 2019 finished . april 6, 2020

This version of this story is actually discontinued, so you may have better luck reading the new version here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/224458043-visions-of-embers While they are different versions and different things will happen, there will be some spoilers in this version. --- The Clans are prosperous in their new home, their numbers growing rapidly, but StarClan once again senses a great change on the horizon. Several generations after the war between StarClan and the Place of No Stars, a new prophecy arises that devastation will come and divide the Clans forever, but Whisperleaf is worried that the prophecy will divide StarClan again as well. No one seems to have any idea what the prophecy means: their only clues are visions of death and fire, while one cat is haunted by dreams of battles taking place far away.

Prophecies are works about journeys and saving clans via StarClan's designated cats. StarClan can't predict everything though, right? Sparkfur is hated by much of her clan. She's much more intelligent than any other cat, she's sassy, and an annoyance. They have half a mind to kick her out, but at the same time, they would never put the deputy's sister in the dangers of being a loner. That's the difference about DrizzleClan and its fellow bordering clans: the rogues are savages that will murder any lone cat in cold blood if they don't join up with the growing Rogue band. So no blunt prophecy from the heavens, but we do have Sparkfur and her tense-relationship with her brother Berryfoot to stop the massacres. Or at least attempt to. // Contains darker themes (such as death, gore, etc.) and may cause one heartbreak. Includes art for most chapters by me. Started : September 12, 2015 Finished : March 30, 2016

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"

Sunstone the SilkWing has been a part of the Wasp Hive chrysalis for a few years now, helping his fellow members take anything from their queen, Queen Wasp, that they could use against her. He finds something extraordinary in Wasp's own home - something Wasp has been hiding from her own dragons for years. Suddenly, Sunstone and his friends go on a journey to end Queen Wasp's terrifying reign and make the HiveWings and SilkWings free, for the first time in years. This is a Wings of Fire fanfiction. Wings of Fire belongs to Tui T. Sutherland. (The chapters get longer and better each time I write one, so sorry that the first few chapters are short)

Friendships ended, job opportunities didn't pan out, relationships came to a halt. This was your life, 20, unemployed, with just enough money to start anew. Why did you decide to move? A change of scenery. But why Cincinnati, OH? It just felt right... Or was it because of him? Markiplier. As you continue your life in a new direction, the doors in front and behind you open, your past creeping ever closer to resurfacing. What would you do if your were a step away from the door that held something you wanted so much just behind it? What would you be willing to go through to save not only yourself, but someone you hold dear? At what risks? And at what cost? This is my first fanfiction, so excuse the way I write. Since this is xReader, I tried to stay away from special features to make the read more enjoyable for all. I welcome any constructive criticism! Best regards. BellemueCat93

*completed* Y/n - The choleric and unassuming teenage girl. Ethan - The generous but intimidating basketball jock. The two never conversed, the most they've done was a simple glance at each other. An account on Instagram spreads around the school with an owner that remains anonymous. Students begin messaging the account with the necessary information, receiving a number they don't recognize. Y/n's friend convinced her to jump on the bandwagon and talk to an unnamed student from her school. Once she begins communicating with the unidentified teen, she can't seem to stop. She wants to know more, who he is specifically. While others are on a mission to discover their online friends' identity, she becomes her own detective to reveal who she's been talking to, becoming more shocked than she thought she'd be. (This was of course inspired by Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda but obviously changed up a bit :P) -Will have the occasional typo-