ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs sʜᴏʀᴛ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ. - ☾ - Pearlspeckle is ordinary as any cat; a warrior of ShoreClan whose only notable trait is the bad luck that trails her. Still, relatively ordinary with all things considered. At least, that was what she thought, up until the night the moon spoke to her. - ☾ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴛs ғʀᴀɴᴄʜɪsᴇ ɪs ᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇʀɪɴ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 ━━━━━━━━ this is heavily inspired by 'the walking dead'. characters within include a mixture of my own, as well characters owned by friends and submitters. ━━━━━━━━ rated [m] mature for the themes within, which include: zombies, weapons, death and other themes related to the end of the world.

The echoes of our victory will reign, and we will not fall ever again. °•°•°•°•° After EchoClan was taken over by the delirious Archangel and Waspstar was killed, a rebellion was led away to a new camp. SpiritClan selected Dimstar to become the rebellions leader and all was well. But peace will never reign for long. Dimstar knows that soon enough, they will have to take action against Archangel and his followers. They must take EchoClan back. The battle is drawing nearer and tensions are rising. Dimstar must step up to be a true leader and but others must step up to stand together.. Or they will all fall apart. °•°•°•° Based off the deleted Roleplay of EchoClan. Aesthetic cover by @monqrchfli

" malice shall corrupt reality, and turn blood on blood for a rotting wait of revenge " There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of treachery and greed. But then there are the Betweeners, cats too malicious to even rest in the Dark Realm or who have served a life that the ancestors cannot decipher as right or wrong. Lynxpaw is the medicine cat apprentice of RidgeClan. Their neighbors are HeathClan and the two Clans have lived at unharmed peace for many moons. Everything is swell and easygoing for the apprentice, until a startling vision shakes her and her mentor, Nightfrost, and a trip to the Moon Realm warns them of danger lurking amongst the Clans. The two never expected to return to a sudden death. Unsettling new presences and imagery within their Clan. A new wave of destruction has washed over their Clans and with Lynxpaw's granted power of short visions to depict the near future, will she and others ever be able to stop the possessing corruption overtaking their Clans?

A long time ago, a former softpaw led a faction of abandoned strays to a land he called sacred and promising. He promised them a fulfilling life as long as they stayed together and protected their land. The group grew to be strong and healthy under Asteráki's rule, and after his passing they eventually named the land after him. They lived in peace for many moons, keeping to themselves and never facing any threats. That was until a strange Clan arrived upon their land, and apprehension washed over them. They at first tried to organize serenity with the Clan, but it eventually evolved into cultural disputes and wars, the two of them fighting over the land. Hollybristle is the prince of AsterClan and grew up on the lands of Astéraki. He saw no means in fighting and despised his own traditions, being assigned to be the general's daughter's mate. He is distasteful of his own Clan, desperate to stop the havoc they have caused and even the discrimination within his own Clan. When Hollybristle meets Kali, everything seems to flicker with a little more hope. The prince wants to work with the heir, and eventually stop the corruption his Clan has caused. But little did the two expect to fall in love, while a war is approaching and blood seeps at their paws. This the blood they spill.

Every warriors universe has their own beliefs and ways. And yet Hemlockshade is forced to live in one where he isn't accepted. The young feline has been running from his problems since he was a kit. Escaping the ones who had tried to kill him, he just barely managed to escape alive. However, when he stumbles across a group of forest cats, his life doesn't get much better. Inside the village he is different. Odd. Some say even a curse. But he can't just run away - if he strays too far he might be caught by the ones who were after him. The feline is torn and aching more than ever; trapped in a toxic relationship, living in a civilization where most are scared and hostile towards him, and on the verge of running away. So, how does he cope? He doesn't. He simply doesn't. ❀ STARTED ; 07.12.19 ❀ FINISHED ; 0.0.0

A sickness - like a mere case of the chills or a minor whitecough in a patient - is often something a medicine cat can easily fix, with some leafy catmint or perhaps a pawful of feverfew. It is vanquished effortlessly, and the illness is gone. It does not come back unless someone receives it again. But when the Clans have contracted a terrible sickness, StarClan has not answered for moons, and they are losing numbers quickly, nobody knows what to do. The medicine cats have done all they can for their Clanmates, however, nothing has worked. No longer outside the elder's den lay a lazy, gray-muzzled cat. The nursery, ever so faintly smelling of milk, only contains memories of what used to happen in the usually cheery den. The warrior's den only have three or four inhabitants, each of which thinks grimly of the day that the sickness could come upon them. The apprentice's den, in some Clans, has one cat who comes to sleep in it each night, cold and alone. Others are empty, filled with grief for lost futures. Leaf-fall has tumbled upon the Clans. Leaf-bare approaches, peeking over the treetops some mornings. This awful illness has lasted since Green-leaf and, still, with the medicine cats searching every day and the warrior's eyes peeled for it, a cure has not been found. However, each Clan has a reason for StarClan not answering them, and they mostly stick to it. Withering herbs, Clanmates, may wilt until they are nothing but a pile of dust, blown away by wind. { Copying of any sort is NOT PERMITTED. } { The cover is made by the lovely @Talfli - go give her a follow & some votes. } { highest ranking: 40 in warriorcats | 1 in warriorcatsfanfiction }

It's been a long time since the mountain of the stars has seen a clan shrouded by the foggy sea, and its yearning has spun a prophecy as ancient as the tales surrounding it. But prophets are useless in adversaries with ancients spells, and it may just take until the final hour to understand the complete importance of reality.

"There will be four, born of abhor, who hold the power of the stars in their paws." The Clans hang in a hazy balance; placing their existence on an ever-evolving code and the natural world that shapes them. Leaf-bare and greenleaf, hunter and hunted, life and death. Goodness and evil. There is always a balance. But when that balance is shaken, when one force grows a little too strong, the Clan's existence wavers. Jaypaw already knew his life would be different from that of his Clanmates. After all, he's a blind warrior apprentice. The words of a prophet take his life on a far different path, one that even StarClan couldn't map out, and Jaypaw now stands on shaky ground as one of four, the only things standing between his world as he knows it, and utter destruction. // This is a Power of Three + Omen of the Stars au, or rewrite. //

A beautifully broken feline. A beautiful feline. A broken feline. A brokenly beautiful feline. Broken, beautiful. Beautiful, broken. Feline. Sunnysong of bravery-stained ferns and crescent claws, former medicine cat of RiverClan. Fed up with the traditional Clan cat system, she breaks off from her kin to start her own felid society - a Kingdom. With her mate and some comrades, she is determined to give cats all over the world what they deserve. Every cat in the Kingdom is taught hunting, fighting, healing, medicine and survival skills. Every cat in the Kingdom's mental and physical health is catered to and attended to. However, things are not what they seem. The Kingdom is full of thieves and spies, they constantly attempt to steal kittens, resources, nesting materials, fresh-kill, cats, and more from the four Clans. They aren't afraid to kill to get what they want. But it's all for the good of felinekind, right? Right? Trigger Warning: Animal Violence, Animal Death, Suicide, Self-Harm, Blood/Gore, Abuse, and potentially more.