Once upon a time in the old forest, a breeze carried through the woods, speaking the words that no cat dared to utter. "War," the breeze were afraid because most didn't understand why it was happening, but they all knew it had to stop before more cats paid the price.

When Ferncloud died, Dustpelt wasn't the only one affected. Icecloud could handle a battle with the Dark Forest, constantly being outshone by her brother, and being repeatedly rejected by Lionblaze. But when her mother died - the one cat in all the clan who actually understood her - Icecloud finally cracked. (Adopted from tr1xx777) (Rated T because I'm scared)

Jaypaw and Mousepaw are best friends. They are almost the opposite to each other though, from sleeping, to skills, and even their families (or lack thereof). How'd they even become friends in the first place? First fanfic on this site. Rated T just in case.