Warriors:Rise of LightClan

Warriors:Rise of LightClan

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Last published Sun, Jun 14, 2026

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I bet this will be an extremely cringe book BUTT whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is my first writing project in awhile, School and just shitty mental health have been getting in the way of writing but I've also deleted and reinstalled wattpad many times due to storage on my device being shit. anyway! Here's the actual description: After the original 4 Clans of the forest ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan, and RiverClan died out, the new generations of the cats of those clans formed 4 new clans: BerryClan, CloudClan, MoonClan, and LightClan. BerryClan:A usually sweet and caring clan, even to others not from their own group. But can be fierce and dangerous other times CloudClan:A clan that makes up of mostly fluffy cats, quick as wind, and can hunt, but aren't that good when it comes to combat MoonClan:The nocturnal clan of the night, yes, they are active at day, but nothing remarkable happens then. But..at night. They are probably most horrifying LightClan:The strongest clan, they hunt well, and fight well. Even they have weakness however...but it's hard to take them down! Even if they are looked over and proven wrong very often. one day, in LightClan a kit with a rare condition is born...and in a prophecy...it seems they will be a miracle..

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