Since the war we have had peace. We have lived together, united under the new traditions of the Clans that have helped us thrive for moons. But something tension has formed between StarClan; a Prophecy has been made; and I can't help feel like the peace we so very much wanted, has come to an end. StarClan, help us.

I am human, or I was. I was fine, and now I'm cursed with insanity. They say I can do great things, but all I've done so far is kill. Sacrifice can only get me so far, and the feeling of exile and outcast isn't new to me. Is this what you wanted StarClan?

Evil has taken over. Death has taken the lives of many. The ground is drenched in crimson blood. And we have no savior, no leader, and no one to help us. We have lost faith, we have lost hope, and we have lost everything we've loved. But in the distance, far off toward the sun, a single promise will lead us toward the light, giving us all a reason to live.

This is Demonpaw's nightmare, written in 1st person and present tense.

Prior to Warriors: The Servant's Promise. This short piece was made to answer questions about how Evectri and Huntress met. If you have not read my two Warrior Novels, then I suggest you read them before you read this, however, as it is only 3 pages (on wattpad) it won't kill you, but, may possibly spoil The Servant's Promise.

'The end of the world' that's what the people back then called it when it was all happening. The oceans rose, the land disappeared, the sun became a danger that burned everything that it saw, and every day brought a new storm. Life was difficult and constant struggle, the things that people had learned over the years to take for granted became scarce and many lives were lost.