My name is my nightmare, a painful reminder of what happened long ago. Why it is so bad I don't know. I am hated and shunned by all for no other reason. My name is Bloodpaw and I have a secret. I can talk to the dead. And I don't mean to StarClan...

In Wingclan, every cat has wings. That is until one day when young Grasskit is born wingless. She dreams of becoming a leader but the only problem that stands in her way is her four brothers and mean father. Will she ever become leader or is it just a hopeless dream? My first story. Rated T for blood and death. (DISCONTINUED and being rewritten)

Every time it happens, it becomes more painful. Every time it happens, it becomes harder to live. Every time I'm reborn, I become less cautious. (Rated T because I might step over some boundaries. Updates every week)

A dark time is peaking over the horizon. Moonkit, born into a family full of high expectations, is given everything she's ever wanted. Secrets unfold and it's up to Moonkit to either remain loyal or turn her back on all she's ever known, what will she decide?

Blackkit's life was as normal as any kit. That is, until she and her littermates ventured off away from WillowClan camp. Now scarred for life, her life is full of hatred, mistreatment, and betrayal. How can she get on with her changing surroundings when enemies lurk behind every corner?