Hollowclan - Warrior cats fanfiction.

(This is fanmade purposes, i do not own warrior cats. If you want to read the stories, check out Erin hunters warrior cats!)

Seven cats. Seven different lives. And a place none of them expected to call home.

For most of his 103 moons, Firestar has walked alone. Clever, independent and carrying more stories than most cats have lived, he has long since accepted that perhaps he was simply meant to spend his final moons as a wanderer.

Until, one by one, other cats begin walking beside him.

Young but formidable Cloudfuzz, righteous healer RatEcho, silver-tongued Ripplestripes, adventurous Verbenapaw, and two helpless kits-Wishkit and Chestnutkit-turn Firestar's solitary journey into something he never expected: a family.

When the seven discover a sheltered woodland that RatEcho mysteriously recognises from his dreams, they decide to stop running and build something of their own.

HollowClan is born.

But becoming a Clan is easier than remaining one.

They have no generations of warriors behind them. No established traditions. No neighbouring Clans to teach them what they should become. Everything-from their dens and borders to their laws and beliefs-must be built from nothing.

And while Firestar may have enough stories to fill countless nights, even he cannot predict the story awaiting them.

New cats will arrive. Kits will grow. Friendships will form. Love will blossom. Arguments will divide them. Some cats will leave their mark upon HollowClan forever, while others may disappear far sooner than anyone expects.

And above them all, StarClan is watching.

Because perhaps seven lost cats finding the same patch of forest wasn't chance at all.

Perhaps HollowClan was always meant to exist.

This is not the story of a great Clan.

It is the story of how one becomes great.