Dreams of Blood (Dark Storm #1)

Ever since she was a young kit, all Larkpaw has wanted to do was to help her Clanmates. Thus, it seems an obvious choice to become the medicine cat apprentice. From her first night as an apprentice onward, however, the young cat is haunted by disturbing dreams of battle and bloodshed. Perhaps these visions mean that she chose right, becoming ThunderClan's bridge between the living and their warrior ancestors, but she can't help but wonder if the path she's chosen is truly the best way to serve her Clanmates. When all-out war breaks out between her Clan and one of the others who share its borders, her faith and loyalty in StarClan, her Clanmates, and herself are truly put to the test.

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This fanfiction is based on some of the very first WARRIORS characters and plots I- and one of my close friends- came up with after getting into the series many years ago. While the originals were perhaps not the most well thought-out or intriguing in the world (or even among WARRIORS fanfiction), they actually weren't horrible, and with some tweaking I managed to make it into a decent story. Thus, this fanfiction is a callback to simpler times- the old forest where dead cats stayed dead, living cats stayed in their borders (mostly), no one had powers, medicine cats actually CHOSE to be medicine cats, and not everything happened because of a prophecy probably (definitely) revolving around ThunderClan. That said, I feel as though I should apologize that this story takes place mostly within ThunderClan; I considered changing it, but I felt that switching Clans would not be true enough to the original stories and characters (as bland and childish as they may have been). I do hope, however, that I've managed to make ThunderClan a BIT less Sue-y and unlikeable.

All that said, thank you for reading! I hope it serves to return to some of the original spirit of WARRIORS, and that you enjoy reading this story as much as we have had years of fun imagining and re-imagining it.