Historias de Crookedjaw

Once he ran away from home, Kittypet Tiny had stumbled upon Thunderclan's territory, meeting a patrol of wild forest cats. They take him in and he is challenged with many obstacles and trying to earn the trust of all of his new clanmates. Tiny is given the name "Crowkit" as he is accepted into Thunderclan. But, things go wrong for Crowpaw when he begins to fall in love with his denmate, Spottedpaw, and soon realizing one of his senior warriors has dubious plans for Thunderclan. Now he is faced with the difficult option of devoting his life to his clan or go back to becoming a kittypet when forest life gets too hard-what choice will he have to make next? TWs- animal d*ath, (implied) religious trauma, gr*oming Also don't mind the cover, I'll figure that out later. This fic was originally meant for my ArchiveOfOurOwn account, however I'd like to share it here on Wattpad too just so it reaches a wider audience! Thanks!

The RiverClan warrior Rainflower had always hid something from her kits. The secret she kept was the reason the only thing she ever felt was guilt and shame, both toward other cats and herself. Moons ago, she had began holding in her grief after a terrible battle left her father dead. She had slowly began losing herself throughout her life, and soon could never love again.

When Stormkit breaks his jaw after sneaking out of the RiverClan camp, his mother surrounds him with love and support. His brother, Oakkit, practically lives in the shadow of his injured sibling. When a mysterious cat appears in his dreams promising him the power he had always dreamed for, he can't help but accept the offer. At first, he continues to live life as normal, spending most of his time with his father and the Clan's medicine cat. However, the consequences of young Oakkit's actions will soon be revealed to him.

A thing I made for a friend to annoy him xD Hope you like!

"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!

A story of my oc, Canicus, and how his life began. It may be a little short since it's my first time actually writing shit like this but yolo ✌️