Bearclan Stories

She was a werewolf, a master of stealth and hunt. She lived her entire life as a wolf, never needing or wanting to venture out of her woods. So, how did she end up on a human's doorstep?

Hailstorm is a warrior in Bearclan, a clan of fierce warriors who have a huge hunting ground, and only border one clan, Mossclan. Bearclan hunts all prey, with the most plentiful hunting grounds. Hailstorms sister, Kinkear, is on the edge of abandoning the clan. Gopherstar is about to give up, and the deputy is as ruthless as a badger. How will Hailstorm survive in such a ruthless clan.

There have always been 4 clans around the Circle of Stone Trees, always balance and small squirmishes and a few big battles. But then Mistclan disappears, completely gone, except one kit. The medicine cats go to Starclan for guidance, but they don't answer. But then Starclan speaks.. to the Elders and the ones of the Prophecy. "Flames and Floods with a guiding Moon will find what is lost, but darkness will follow and only if the Floods and the Flames and the Moon unite with the secrets will the darkness clear" *Warriors is not mine. It is the Erin Hunter group's book, and the idea belongs to them. The plot and OCs are mine, but the idea Warriors is the Erin Hunter Group's."

{There will be a divide, and two must become one to expel the poison rooted in their clans.} Bearclan and Rabbitclan have been living in peace for many moons. But as an unexpected romance blossoms they ignore the threat growing under their noses.

"What's so important about these stones?" snorted a grey tom. A taller maine coon she padded over, wiping her tail over his nose. "Quiet; we mustn't wake the Guardian. He grows angry when awake," she whispered to the small male, her cerulean eyes flashing. Heaving a sigh, as a dark tabby tom gathered the differently colored stones in a strong patch of leaves, the tom gazed around, until his orbs landed on a massive sunny tabby. His eyes widened, soon shining off the large, shimmering rock in the middle of the cavern. As dew drooled down the sides of the cramped space, the tabby's kaleidoscope like eyes opened, staring directly at the grey apprentice. "T-the Guardian!" he screeched, alarming the other two as he dashed out. The tabby roared, its maw dripping with saliva as it chased the cats off. Copyright of 2015 Warrior Cats (c) Erin Hunter