I have the prophecies begin up to dawn of the clans, i cant wait to get the rest, i also have yellowfangs secret, rise of scourge, and the ultimate Edition one that talks about different characters. I love warrior cats
A warrior cats story for y’all The moon hung heavy in the sky, a pale disc against the inky canvas, its light reflecting on the slick, damp leaves. I, Shallowwaters, sat perched on the edge of the WindClan clearing, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling my nostrils. I was waiting, as I always was now, for Sootfur to return. He’d been gone for hours, longer than he usually was when visiting Autumn. Autumn. The name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. A sleek, silver tabby she-cat with eyes like polished amber, she lived in the Twolegplace, a place of warmth, soft beds, and forbidden delights. The very idea was anathema to a WindClan cat, yet Sootfur, my best friend since kits, had fallen for her. He’d met her by chance, his long legs carrying him onto the Twolegplace in the dead of night. He was hunting, drawn by the scent of food, and he’d found Autumn. Unlike the pampered kittypets he'd met before, Autumn wasn’t spoiled. She yearned for the freedom of the wild, for the wind in her fur and the taste of fresh-caught prey. They’d shared stories under the moon, two souls drawn together by a mutual longing for something different. I’d seen the change in Sootfur. He used to be quiet, a shadow in the woods, but now, he was alight with a joy I’d never seen before. His fur was sleek and full, his eyes gleaming with a passion I couldn’t quite grasp. Yet, I saw the worry that clouded his gaze, the fleeting sadness that shadowed his smile. He knew it couldn't last. A WindClan warrior could never be with a kittypet. It was against the law, against the very fabric of our Clan. But the pull of their connection was stronger than all that. They’d met in secret under the cover of darkness, their fur mingling in the shadows, their whispers carried away by the night breeze. The weight of their secret pressed upon me, a constant ache in my chest. I loved Sootfur like a brother, and seeing him so happy yet so troubled tore at me. How could I stand by and watch his happiness slowly crumble? How could I ignore the growing rift between us, a silent chasm widening with every stolen moment? As the first pale fingers of dawn touched the horizon, Sootfur emerged from the shadows. He was weary, his fur slightly matted, his eyes heavy with sleep, but the joy, though subdued, still lingered behind them. “How was she?” I asked, my voice a barely audible whisper. He sighed, his gaze flitting towards the Twolegplace. 'Good,' he answered, his voice low. “She...she misses the freedom. She wants to run through the trees, to chase after the moon.” “She’ll never be truly happy there,” I murmured, echoing the sentiment that gnawed at both of us. “I know,” Sootfur said, his shoulders slumping. “But she’s trapped. Her life there is…' He paused, searching for the right words. “She’s a bird in a cage, Shallowwaters. She can't even have a real name, you know. The Twolegs call her 'Autumn' because it's the season when they adopted her.” I listened, a dull ache settling in my gut. There was a yearning for freedom in Autumn’s story, a mirroring of what Sootfur felt. It was painful, watching them both trapped in their own ways. He might have the freedom of the wild, but his heart was entangled with a kittypet. She might have a life of comfort, but her soul longed for the wind in her fur and the taste of wild prey. “We have to stop this, Sootfur,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “It’s only going to bring pain.” He looked at me, his amber eyes sad. “I know,” he said, his voice thick. “But I can’t just…leave her.” “It’s the right thing to do, Sootfur. It’s the only thing you can do.” He looked away, the moon reflecting on his black fur, a silent testament to the pain he carried. “I know,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. That night, I slept little. I tossed and turned, the weight of their secret pressing down on me. I knew what I had to do, but the thought of Sootfur hurting, of Autumn...of losing my friend, was a bitter pill to swallow. The next day, I went to see Autumn. I knew it was a foolish decision, a dangerous one. But I couldn’t bear the weight of their secret any longer. I needed to understand, to see for myself whether her happiness was truly worth the sacrifices that would come with it. I found her sitting on the window ledge, a small figure against the vast expanse of the Twolegplace. She looked up at me, her amber eyes widening in surprise, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of wildness in them, a reflection of the life she longed for. We shared a hesitant, silent moment. We were both outsiders in this place, both yearning for something beyond what we had. “Sootfur loves you,” I said, my voice raspy with emotion. Her eyes softened, and she nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I know,” she whispered. “He’s…' She faltered, then continued, 'He’s the only one who understands.' I felt a pang of sympathy for her, for the world that confined her, for the love that bound her to a warrior whose life was worlds away. “It can’t last, Autumn,' I said, my voice heavy with the weight of truth. 'It will hurt you both.” She looked at me, her gaze steady, her amber eyes filled with a quiet strength. 'I know,' she whispered, and for a moment, I thought I saw a single tear roll down her cheek, a silent testament to the love that was doomed. I left her on the window ledge, the small tabby against the vast sky, a poignant symbol of a love that was meant to be, yet could never be. I knew Sootfur would never truly be happy with Autumn, and she would never truly be happy in the Twolegplace. They were two birds with clipped wings, destined to soar in the same sky, but never able to touch. As I walked away, I felt the burden of their secret lift from my shoulders. I knew the weight of their choice, the pain it would bring, and the sacrifices they would have to make. I could only hope that their love, even forbidden, and even doomed, would somehow find a way to bloom. Here you go!
Comment one on warrior cats vids so they r all over my FYP !!!
Gimmie that book shelf (Warriors fan right here!)
Wow it’s meee Gabby
Rip the first series lol but i rating wc books being 7/10? Or near ther?
Lucky
Bro I got books and they are. Barely touched., I love books so much that I’m very careful reading them
I have a whole routine I have to do before I even touch them😅
I never knew it it formed pictures of cats
Thats so cool maby i will do that
Unfortunately, only 2 series have been translated in my country.
Almost all the books from the first series in my collection have those little white lines too
I have the prophecies begin up to dawn of the clans, i cant wait to get the rest, i also have yellowfangs secret, rise of scourge, and the ultimate Edition one that talks about different characters. I love warrior cats
I love WoF
I’m getting so much panic since u don’t have the 4th of “The New Prophecies”😅
Im so jealous😭😭 I HAVE THE SMALLEST BOOKSHELF IN THE WORLD AND BARELY ANY WARRIORS BOOKS
Definitely gonna do this with my wc books! I just realised that I have a black ikea shelf and it's abt to have a purpose >:D
Dude I just found out I got scamed the whole 3 arc..,
asmr
wait, how’d you get all 6 books in the cases?
Te envidio JASDK
Commenting on warrior cat videos so I get more on my reccommended 8/100
Commenting on warrior cat videos so i get more on my reccommended 7/100
Those prophecies begin books have seen better days
Wow
Commenting on 7/50 on warriors videos so it’s on my fyp
alot of warrior books😂😂😂
Im sorry if i had a book missing i just couldn’t organise until i either find it or buy a new one lol but thats just me
UR MORE OF A WARRIOR CATS FAN THAN ME 😂
I only have wof books i might get warrior cat books idk
Omg what happened to the book spines 😭
What book are you on?
So cool they make a picture
Was that a therian mask on the shelf?
No, I'm not a therian
A warrior cats story for y’all The moon hung heavy in the sky, a pale disc against the inky canvas, its light reflecting on the slick, damp leaves. I, Shallowwaters, sat perched on the edge of the WindClan clearing, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling my nostrils. I was waiting, as I always was now, for Sootfur to return. He’d been gone for hours, longer than he usually was when visiting Autumn. Autumn. The name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. A sleek, silver tabby she-cat with eyes like polished amber, she lived in the Twolegplace, a place of warmth, soft beds, and forbidden delights. The very idea was anathema to a WindClan cat, yet Sootfur, my best friend since kits, had fallen for her. He’d met her by chance, his long legs carrying him onto the Twolegplace in the dead of night. He was hunting, drawn by the scent of food, and he’d found Autumn. Unlike the pampered kittypets he'd met before, Autumn wasn’t spoiled. She yearned for the freedom of the wild, for the wind in her fur and the taste of fresh-caught prey. They’d shared stories under the moon, two souls drawn together by a mutual longing for something different. I’d seen the change in Sootfur. He used to be quiet, a shadow in the woods, but now, he was alight with a joy I’d never seen before. His fur was sleek and full, his eyes gleaming with a passion I couldn’t quite grasp. Yet, I saw the worry that clouded his gaze, the fleeting sadness that shadowed his smile. He knew it couldn't last. A WindClan warrior could never be with a kittypet. It was against the law, against the very fabric of our Clan. But the pull of their connection was stronger than all that. They’d met in secret under the cover of darkness, their fur mingling in the shadows, their whispers carried away by the night breeze. The weight of their secret pressed upon me, a constant ache in my chest. I loved Sootfur like a brother, and seeing him so happy yet so troubled tore at me. How could I stand by and watch his happiness slowly crumble? How could I ignore the growing rift between us, a silent chasm widening with every stolen moment? As the first pale fingers of dawn touched the horizon, Sootfur emerged from the shadows. He was weary, his fur slightly matted, his eyes heavy with sleep, but the joy, though subdued, still lingered behind them. “How was she?” I asked, my voice a barely audible whisper. He sighed, his gaze flitting towards the Twolegplace. 'Good,' he answered, his voice low. “She...she misses the freedom. She wants to run through the trees, to chase after the moon.” “She’ll never be truly happy there,” I murmured, echoing the sentiment that gnawed at both of us. “I know,” Sootfur said, his shoulders slumping. “But she’s trapped. Her life there is…' He paused, searching for the right words. “She’s a bird in a cage, Shallowwaters. She can't even have a real name, you know. The Twolegs call her 'Autumn' because it's the season when they adopted her.” I listened, a dull ache settling in my gut. There was a yearning for freedom in Autumn’s story, a mirroring of what Sootfur felt. It was painful, watching them both trapped in their own ways. He might have the freedom of the wild, but his heart was entangled with a kittypet. She might have a life of comfort, but her soul longed for the wind in her fur and the taste of wild prey. “We have to stop this, Sootfur,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “It’s only going to bring pain.” He looked at me, his amber eyes sad. “I know,” he said, his voice thick. “But I can’t just…leave her.” “It’s the right thing to do, Sootfur. It’s the only thing you can do.” He looked away, the moon reflecting on his black fur, a silent testament to the pain he carried. “I know,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. That night, I slept little. I tossed and turned, the weight of their secret pressing down on me. I knew what I had to do, but the thought of Sootfur hurting, of Autumn...of losing my friend, was a bitter pill to swallow. The next day, I went to see Autumn. I knew it was a foolish decision, a dangerous one. But I couldn’t bear the weight of their secret any longer. I needed to understand, to see for myself whether her happiness was truly worth the sacrifices that would come with it. I found her sitting on the window ledge, a small figure against the vast expanse of the Twolegplace. She looked up at me, her amber eyes widening in surprise, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of wildness in them, a reflection of the life she longed for. We shared a hesitant, silent moment. We were both outsiders in this place, both yearning for something beyond what we had. “Sootfur loves you,” I said, my voice raspy with emotion. Her eyes softened, and she nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I know,” she whispered. “He’s…' She faltered, then continued, 'He’s the only one who understands.' I felt a pang of sympathy for her, for the world that confined her, for the love that bound her to a warrior whose life was worlds away. “It can’t last, Autumn,' I said, my voice heavy with the weight of truth. 'It will hurt you both.” She looked at me, her gaze steady, her amber eyes filled with a quiet strength. 'I know,' she whispered, and for a moment, I thought I saw a single tear roll down her cheek, a silent testament to the love that was doomed. I left her on the window ledge, the small tabby against the vast sky, a poignant symbol of a love that was meant to be, yet could never be. I knew Sootfur would never truly be happy with Autumn, and she would never truly be happy in the Twolegplace. They were two birds with clipped wings, destined to soar in the same sky, but never able to touch. As I walked away, I felt the burden of their secret lift from my shoulders. I knew the weight of their choice, the pain it would bring, and the sacrifices they would have to make. I could only hope that their love, even forbidden, and even doomed, would somehow find a way to bloom. Here you go!
Wow! This is amazing!
Thanks so much! Took forever
Yw!
**pulls out tragedy mask 🎭 and holds it up** 😢😢😢😢BEST STORY EVER,AS BEST AS THE AUTHOR OF WARRIOR CATS SERIES!
That’s how it felt bro-
Wings of fire and warriors are my two favorite books! Im on the 9th book of wof and the 2nd book of warriors ❤️❤️
All of those warrior cats books make me look poor😂I only have three books of warrior cats into the wild eclipse and fire and ice
Love how I get everything from the library so I don't own a single Warrior Cats book, even though I'm on the 4th series (except for the mangas).
I got all books my fav warrior is sol and maple shade
Dog ruined my collection by eating most of it
Is that a therian mask!? On the top of the bok shelf?
Commenting on warrior cats videos until my fyp becomes all about it 16/100
Who loves warrior cats? 😊 I love. ❤
WOW
I love how you have a whole bookshelf for these amazing books
Them books have been through war 😭
I have all the books for Wof and the Winglets, Darkstalker, Graphice novels, etc.
May I pls borrow that fire and ice book
Damn I wish I had the physical books so I could make a bookshelf showing off the spines! But, sadly, I only have the e-book versions.
BRO... WHE WHITE LINES ON THE EDGE... COULD MEVER BE MY BOOKS IM SORRY 😭
Never knew that there was so many! That's so cool that you have all of them! ✌️