The four original clans have faded like mist in the wind. The only survivor of the time where StarClan ruled the sky and their descendants ruled the forest is an old queen, heavy with kits, only an apprentice when the rest of her kind died out. With the intent of carrying on that legend, the queen raised her two sons - Birchkit and Oakkit - with hopes of reviving the old clans; or, at least their memory.
Moons and moons have passed, and BirchClan and OakClan thrive independently in between the trees their former leaders once owned. The clans are heavily populated, where camps are huge and cats are fed. But the distance between the clans heightens, with the new, young leader of OakClan taking in more territory for himself. Can BirchClan survive through the winter as food supplies fall short and the deputy dies mysteriously just as her kits open their eyes?
(I don't own Warriors - all credit to Erin Hunter, and credit for the cover is @poppytea)
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.