Out on the abandoned beaches dwells a family, a family with past, a family with history, with legacy. But not all of it is positive, and with the parents rooted in the sandy shores, how far will their young kit go to follow up the past? And what exactly is it that leads her forward? Sequel to ĻËĠÄĊŸ.

Is the Tribe the only group of cats in the mountain? No, there is another group far north. These cats have no connection with their ancestors and have slipped into an immorality so deep, their ancestors fear they will never recover. But one cat has had enough of this life, she is tired of being discriminated and used. And she wants a legacy that she can be proud of.

After two mysterious deaths, ThunderClan becomes divided and sides are set up. Lines are drawn, crossed, and redrawn. As a new leader struggles to keep her Clan together through the dangerous moons, a little cat is working her magic in the faded shadows of memory... Sequel to 'Blue Shadows.'

It is relaxed times for the clans, prey is plentiful and seasons are pleasant, but secrets and betrayals are found in every clan, and the clans are vulnerable for cats with mis-guided ambition, while one cat has to chose between saving her clan or her own dark ambitions. I do not own Warriors, Erin Hunter does. Bad grammar and spelling in the beginning, gets much better.

In the old forest, the Clans once sacrificed kits. But a code like that cannot last forever. Follow a certain cat as she learns how to forgive those who hurt her beyond measure. How she realizes her own strength through suffering. And finally, how she brought peace to the Clans by realizing the true Price of Peace. [I do not own Warriors, Erin Hunter does]

You've heard of Warriors High, haven't you? Well, have you ever wondered what the Warriors do during the summer? Here's the tale of Camp Warriors, a camp like no other… (Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors) Human Warriors AU.

Cinderheart was not the only reincarnation of a Clan cat. There were others - including two popular ShadowClan cats. Once they were allies. Friends, even. But in this life, everything is different. Follow these two cats as they journey to the height of ShadowClan...or turn their backs on what matters most in its darkest hour. COMPLETE.

Dark skies have settled above the lake, threatening to destroy the clans forever. Whilst a deadly disease rips through ThunderClan, tensions brew between SkyClan and RiverClan, shaking the allegiance that binds them. ShadowClan are shooting accusations, whilst WindClan are ominously quiet. Meanwhile, the divisions are poised to strike. One thing's certain: no cat can be trusted.

Bluefur's kits, Mistypaw, Stonepaw, and Mosspaw, have grown up from kits to apprentices with Thistleclaw as deputy. How will they avoid falling victim to the wake of death that Thistleclaw leaves behind him? Kin of the blue flame will form an even stronger flame, which will destroy the claws of blood once and for all...

Amberpaw, Snowpaw and Dewpaw have finally completed their journey and fulfilled the prophecy, but things are far from over. SkyClan are being questioned whether they belong by the lake. Meanwhile, a group of cats from twolegplace are starting cause havoc amongst all the clans. Tensions are rising, loyalty is tested, a storm is brewing and it's only so long until it breaks.

/OLD VER/ Rainkit is what is considered a mistake. Her Parents, Clan, and any cat that looks at her face flinches. She is renamed on her mother's request, and is an outcast from everything she's even known. She finally finds a home and family in a place she never expected, accepts what she is, and love sprouts in the strangest of places, at the most ironic of times, it seems.

This is a story about Duskwater, the elder who died in the prologue of Crookedstar's Promise. But this story is about what her life would have been like if she never had died that night, but instead have been sent down stream millions of miles away from Riverclan!

Spottedleaf expected nothing after her second death. She had never been more wrong.

Within PureClan, the poison known as love is forbidden. The Warrior Code abolishes it. It decrees love as a weakness-the penalty for falling under its influence is death. But however much love may be endangered, it is not dead yet.

A medicine cat. A rogue. Heartache in a time of turmoil. Peace that may not last. When guilt and loneliness bare their teeth, how can Doveheart heal the evil in the Clan while battling questions of loyalty and legacy that haunt the medicine cat code?

Bright, a kit abandoned by her birthclan, is sent headlong into a dangerous war when a rival Clan adopts her. She is key to a prophecy from the stars themselves, and many cat's lives depend on her. But Bright has doubts, doubts about her Clan and doubts about herself. Will she bring the oncoming war to a halt, or will old tradition win and plunge them into darkness, forever?

"One night death had came to me, and offered me a cup of tea. I did not mention it was cold, and carefully sipped around the mold."

*The Sequel to Blue Moon: Book One: Untold Secrets* Dewpaw, Amberpaw and Snowpaw have uncovered the meaning of the prophecy, but that doesn't mean the path ahead will be easy. They face many challenges and are yet to discover who they really are. Travelling through the mountains and back towards the old forest to return a lost clan, will they be able to fulfil the prophecy?

It's a moon after the battle with the dark forest but the memories are still fresh. Life goes on in all the clans but is there room for one more clan? Three kits have been born, destined to save a clan, but not their own? Read as they discover theirselves and their destinies. Rated 'T' because of battles and just because it's Warriors.

When most of CreekClan is washed away due to a flood from the very creek they're named for, the deputy Falconheart is left alone, a rogue. Two moons later, two rogues change his mind about letting his Clan fade away into distant memory. But a powerful Pride is rising led by the arrogant Buzzard which threatens to destory the struggling new Clan. And how washed away is the old?