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โ leafshine can only hope โž

200 years after the events of the Broken Code, Leafshine is born into ThunderClan. But not the ThunderClan of the past. This is a twisted ThunderClan, where every cat obeys unwritten rules, without questioning them. Cats who put a paw out of line are executed, while cats who meekly follow them are promoted, rewarded.

Every generation five cats are chosen. They are the elite, the untouchable, the best and bravest. Nobody dares to contradict them, the Clans will even bend to their will. But they are only puppets controlled the Clan leaders, who are puppets controlled by StarClan.

StarClan is a corrupted place, where Bluestar and Yellowfang reign supreme. Firestar is already in the shadows, while the Dark Forest is no more than some eldery, grizzled, defenseless cats. Medicine cats poison ones whom they hate, and are rewarded by StarClan.

Leafshine is unaware of the tragedy that is behind her, and as a Chosen, she has to always be in the spotlight. But when she meets the other Chosens, she might start to think that something is wrong, and tries to overthrow this evil regime.

a concept by ๐Ÿ”ฅlonestarwolfluna๐Ÿ”ฅ#8938 on Discord


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Turtleheart's Path

Turtleheart's Path

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Book 2 in my series! These are my own fanfics, i dont really want your opinions on them if they arent going to be nice. I do my best to organize and keep these as in line as possible.โ€ฆ

Raven's School of Magic: Year One

Raven's School of Magic: Year One

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Updating Daily!#30DCApril24The Dark One is on the move. Never seen, but always there. No one knows their name. No one knows if they're even a person. Some say they have been here since the beginning of time. Others say they appeared over night. One thing is for certain: it must be stopped or all is lost.'Only the power of a firstborn twin can stop the dark one forever.' This prophecy has been told for centuries. Every child knows it even little Alyssa who has just turned twelve years old and is finally old enough to go to Raven's School of Magic. Her parents are happy for her, but also haunted and protective due to the loss of her twin.For years Ally has been plagued with sudden pain that leaves her unable to move or even scream. Bruises and lashes form on her body and people spread rumors that this was the mysterious power of the twin bond. Is this the case? Is her twin really alive? And is he somewhere suffering at the hands of the dark one?Ally is soon chosen to be entered the good side of magic school as many expected. However, on the same night, a boy from a well-known evil family is chosen to be in the good side as well. Many people believe that this child is chosen by the Dark One to destroy them all. What will Ally do? Will she befriend the boy or will she turn her back on him?โ€ฆ

The Mafia Girl

The Mafia Girl

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17 year old girl ,name y/n ... cold and rude.. but soft from inside... Time changedโ€ฆ

Click. Focus. Develop. Love.

Click. Focus. Develop. Love.

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Tilman used to see the world through a kaleidoscope. His camera, an extension of his soul, captured not just landscapes, but the whispers of emotions that danced within them. But the vibrant world he saw dulled to a monochrome ache after his mother, his guiding light, succumbed to cancer. The final blow came on the day of her funeral, when Sarah, his muse and supposed anchor, chose to chase her dreams on foreign shores. Left adrift in a sea of gray, Tilman locked away his passion, the camera a constant, silent reminder of a life that no longer felt real.Then, a spark. A boy with eyes that held the warmth of honey in the afternoon sun stumbled upon Tilman's forgotten sketchbook. Thaddeus, with a smile that could chase away shadows, spoke of his love for photography with an infectious enthusiasm. In that moment, a flicker of curiosity dared to ignite within Tilman's jaded heart. Could there be a way to reclaim the colors he'd lost? Could the dusty camera, once a symbol of grief, become a tool for rediscovery? Perhaps, with Thaddeus by his side, Tilman could not only rekindle his passion, but find a love story more captivating than any image he'd ever captured.โ€ฆ