Historias de Fanmadeclans

There's something in the woods. It starts with just one, but it doesn't take long for the infection to set in once a bite is received. Beartail only just barely escapes unscathed-- not that it means much. The woods are quickly becoming overrun, and hope is escaping them fast. With nowhere to turn and food dwindling, it's only a matter of time before their entire clan is overtaken. They've got two options: they either find a solution to this now, or they run. Before it's too late. (This is a warrior-cat inspired fanwork using OCs and fan-made clans!)

It's a hard life for such a small cat, but this particular cat is not afraid to try something new! Follow Foggy'Kit on her daily, fun, and awesome adventures! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (This book might contain gore, or sexual jokes. Please don't open this book if your uncomfortable with these things.) (I am questioning gender cuz I might be trans, non-binary, or maybe xenogender. If you want to refer to me, just use the neopronouns below!) paw/paws/pawself purr/purrs/purrself meow/mews/meowself cat/cats/catself kitty/kittys/kittyself whisker/whiskers/whiskerself

Far from the lake territories, two other groups of feral cats thrive. One is Streamclan, populated by cunning cats that love to swim and are content living among the gravelly shores and toppled trees that line the river bank. The other is Timberclan. These cats are infamous for their compassion and stealth, and live in the low canopies of the forest. Maplewhisper is the newest warrior of Streamclan. Found as a kitten washed up on the shore, it took seasons to win her clanmates' trust. It took her even longer to come to terms with her condition. Maplewhisper is completely mute. The best she can do is grunt and purr. Thrust into a life where she is unable to communicate, she learned to fend for herself, and soon an ability to speak was unneeded. Though her clanmates know she cannot speak, it doesn't stop them from giving her a reputation of being cold and unfeeling. However, they may have to learn to respect the one who knows most but cannot explain. A Warrior Cats Fanfiction. Obviously, these are not the canon clans, and the exact location is in Canada.

these is my four warrior cat clans ashclan sunclan duskclan an frostclan there is also a rouge clan also the sliver blade tribe

This was originally written on docs. If there are any formatting issues i overlooked, just tell me. Notes: This if the tribe had another group of cats sent out to start a new life, but instead of the forest or the lake, it is in a very diverse area next to the ocean, away from the original clans. It's next to a quaint village, and the people have many pets. It's a very idealistic place to live. Anyway, the cats live in two different homes, but they can change which home they live in if they feel they would live better in a different home. The cats don't have borders, but they still have leaders and deputies and the like. They also have messengers and peacekeepers. I might keep it in the doc OK CANNCELED

Strong clans... at its wits end. Cloudclan,Leafclan,Rainclan and Rockclan, are upset with one another. This matter is in the hands of the leaders in each clan, TasselStar, DappledStar, SorrowStar and MudStar. Will these clans sort everything out? Or will a battle between all four occur? Find out in the book.. BEHIND THE CLANS.

SERIES 1, BOOK 1 💭.｡:･*ﾟ💫ﾟ*･.｡ Beneath the endless skies and shifting tides of the salt marshes, four Clans carve their survival from a land as treacherous as it is beautiful. Prey is scarce, storms can drown dens overnight, and predators lurk where the reeds grow thick. Yet still, the Clans endure-bound by tradition, rivalry, and the warrior code. Legends of blood-soaked battles and broken oaths linger in the marsh winds, but so do whispers of unity and resilience. Leaders turn to their ancestors for guidance, healers guard secrets only the stars may know, and young apprentices grow into warriors tested by salt and storm. In this world where every pawstep sinks into mud, loyalty is never simple, and survival demands sacrifice. The marsh remembers every secret, every betrayal, every triumph. And the Clans must decide-will they be shaped by it, or swallowed whole?