Raggedstar Stories

If you have an idea for a name for the kit, comment on the chapter. Same with personality traits or kin. Have fun. :) Don't forget to check out my " name the apprentice" book if you have any ideas for warrior names.

This story is about how Yellowfang and Raggedpelt became mates and lived their lives, ruling ShadowClan together as they both had always dreamed of, while also having kits, soon to be the prophecy holders of the Clan of Shadows. As darkness devours the even more darker clan, Yellowfang and her mate will have to journey together with their offspring to safety, while a dark secret spreads around the forest.

*~*This is basically Yellowfang's Secret, but it's from Raggedstar's point-of-view*~* Raggedkit and his brother Scorchkit are born to Featherstorm, a queen of ShadowClan. But Raggedkit has no idea who his father is. Rumors speculate that his father is a kittypet, which upsets Raggedkit. The elders gossip about it and the other kits in the nursery use it as an insult. Raggedkit promises to become strong and loyal, to prove he's no kittypet. Raggedpaw is made an apprentice and learns many adventures and lessons. But the lesson he never learns until too late, even after he becomes a warrior, deputy, and eventually leader, is his own son's evil.

you know Wishkit and Hopekit, the two daughters of Yellowfang, and they died of stillborn, weakness, or even a sickness, but what if they survived, what would that be like? find out in this story!

Brokenkit. Yellowfang's eyes glittered with pain and loss as she remembered this moment in time. The bitter resentment on his face made it seem as if he wished he was never born. Beside him lay his siblings, Wishkit and Hopekit, their bodies lifeless. How was she here? Was this StarClan mocking her? Was this a joke? The last thing Yellowfang remembered was falling into a pit of darkness. Had she joined StarClan, and was remembering her life? She lifted a paw and rested on Brokenkit's belly, something she hadn't dome last time. Yellowfang gasped in shock. She was reliving her life, but with her past memories! Brokenkit nuzzled against her belly, moving away from Yellowfang's paw. Emotion swelled up within her. This could change everything! She could make Brokenkit a loving, gentle warrior, instead of a hateful, toxic monster. Mist clouded her gaze, but she blinked it away. Rising from her makeshift nest, she wistfully buried her daughters. This second life deal would be great and horrible at the same time. She would have to witness death again, but also fix her mistakes. She bent her head and picked up Brokenkit by the scruff. This had always been something she had wished for, and dreaded at the same time, but she would go through it headstrong.

What if the four leaders switched bodies with each other? Would they know how to run each others Clans? This takes place at the beginning of the fourth arc, which is 'The Fourth Apprentice' ‼️ SPOILERS ARE IN THIS STORY ‼️

Welcome to the StarClan of the 21st century! Where cats from modern-day ThunderClan, whether warriors or medicine cats, can visit StarClan whenever they want to. Where cats build pizzerias and advertise their restaurants in books like this one. Where cats hit their rivals with cheeseburgers and frying pans. Where stupid kitttypets burn pizzas and refuse to watch shows like WIPEOUT. Where cats cry when they find out that they are out of cheddar cheese. And where fantasy becomes reality. Well, get ready to laugh because its time to start reading!

Just some what ifs on warriors read if you want

What made this cat the murderer he's known as? Brokenkit is a ShadowClan cat through and through, yet he doesn't know the identity of his real mother. He is mistreated by his foster family, and he can't wait to become a fearless warrior. As a warrior, Brokentail's life turns into a quest for glory and power. His reign as leader was one of the bloodiest in ShadowClan history, which ultimately led to his downfall.

Basically the original story, but I'm redoing it because I have nothing else to do. Terrible and rushed art by me.