Thornclaw was once a valued and well respected warrior of Thunderclan, but now, as Thornstar he is one of the few things Thunderclan has left.
The Great Battle has been fought, The Dark Forest defeated, but the clans have been left with few survivors. Forced to leave their home, the clans choose to live in a new territory to try and rebuild what has been lost, with the hope of one day returning to the lake.
But the new leaders of the clans have all also received a prophecy, one of strangers coming into the forest to save them.
But when Thornstar can't even trust himself, how is he supposed to put the faith of his clan into unknown paws?
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WARNING! This fanfiction may contain: Mentions of animal gore, animal death and grief, reader discretion is advised.
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Original AU idea by: 10leftau on Tumblr
[COMPLETE & REVISED]
Burnetpaw is simply a bad hunter. After spending all of her apprenticeship attempting to improve her abilities, she is still not any better, and she is frustrated by how focused her Clanmates are on her minimal hunting skills.
She feels that she was made for greater things, and that she would be excellent on the battlefield. She spends a lot of her time dreaming that WindClan would face some sort of adversity, so that she can prove to her Clanmates she's not entirely useless.
But when Burnetpaw's wishes come true, she realizes that hardships do not result in glory. They result in death, and unveil moons of deception.