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hey

im abandoning this because of all drama that happened- how dev msot likely only mad eht epost telling people to stop after the callout got popular. i dont want to support a dev like that

i’ll keep this blog up- i may end up doing something with this one day, but continuing to produce content for this au for, in a way, still be supporting the dev, as this is au is a crossover of warriors and yansim.

the game had so much potential.

maybe i’ll continue this if dev fixes himself.

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Chapter 2

From the tree, Ravenheart could make out a black shape running to a ginger one. One seemed to look displeased, and Ravenheart strained her ears to listen.”

“Blackpelt, just... Try to come sooner next time, okay?” A feminine voice said.

“Al.... Alright....” A masculine voice replied. She assumed the ginger cat was the she-cat, and the black one the tom- Blackpelt.

“It’s our first day here after my Warrior ceremony, so we should have some fun.” The she-cat said again, and Blackpelt shuffled his paws.

“I’d rather sit near the water.”

“What are you, a RiverClan cat?” The she-cat teased, but it was a bit too harsh for Ravenheart’s liking. Blackpelt was trying to come, and you yelled at him? Not only that, but the harshness... Ravenheart hissed under her breath.

“I guess, Foxstorm.” Blackpelt sighed.

“How do RiverClan cats survive, anyways? Fish taste gross, and I’d rather eat crow-food than get my paws wet.”

Ravenheart silently agreed with Foxstorm, but how uncomfortable Blackpelt looks, and how hasrh she is... Ravenheart leapt off the branch, messily landing. She quickly faced her footing and leapt to the duo. She didn’t know what to say, but StarClan would make her say the right thing.

“Do you really think this is right?” Ravenheart hissed. “Look at how uncomfortable he is, and your insulting the very Clan that shares some of his interests?” Ravenheart unsheathed her claws, holding back the urge to give Foxstorm a scratch she’d never forget. “You’re acting worse than the Dark Forest?”

Ravenheart noticed mixed emotions on Blackpelt’s face, but she didn’t have enough time to see what they were before Foxstorm barked a reply to her.

“I knew him my entire life, I know him better than you. If he was truly uncomfortable, he’d tell me.”

Blackpelt shuffled. “Let’s just... Go to the shore.”

“Fine.” Foxstorm sighed. As they padded away, Blackpelt glanced back at Ravenheart. If she learnt Foxstorm harmed him... The image of ripping open Foxstorm’s throat flashed in her mind, and she shook it away. No! I’m not a killer! I just need to give Foxstorm a small punishment.

But, why did she care for Blackpelt so much? She just met him, and she hasn’t felt emotions for someone this strong before. Was StarClan trying to tell her something?

Maybe, just maybe, StarClan wants her and Blackpelt to be mates, maybe it’s destiny.

She looked in the direction of the nervous, yet kind tom-cat.

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hhey

quick notice that since WCA is surfacing again for some reason, it’s blog is @warriors-akademi

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tag for current book/arc/whatever

The First Elimination

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Chapter 1

Ravenheart padded to the Gathering Island, the moonlight hitting her and her brother’s pelts.

She glanced behind her, the other ShadowClan cats going today, Reedclaw, Copperstorm, Darkpaw, and Rainsong following. Their Clan’s only supervisor, Oaksong, had her ears up straight, looking around for any enemies that may attack.

“Oaksong, do you think Mudtail will heal soon?”

“I hope, but from what I could, her wound is deep. Copperstorm's lucky she didn’t get too wounded.”

Darkpaw licked her mentor’s shoulder. “I really hope Mudtail will be okay...”

“Ravenheart, we’re almost there.” Spiderheart’s words snapped Ravenheart out of her thoughts. They were always close, sharing a small mental bond. If they focused, they would feel what the other was thinking, communicate through thoughts. Spiderheart was more of the mind, planning out what they should do, what patrols would be best for them to offer to join, while Ravenheart was the heart, being more open, doing what she saw as right, or what her heart told her to.

The littermates climbed onto the log, carefully padding across. “The entire Clan expected a blizzard, we’re lucky we were able to come today.”

As the ShadowClan cats got off the log, a scent suddenly slammed against her nose, it had the terrible tang of fish. RiverClan.

“Hey! Who are all of you? I’m Blizzardmind, the best RiverClan warrior! Soon, I’ll be leader!” A white cat was standing infront of them, the cat’s paws blending into the color of the snow. Faintly, through the smell of fish, she could smell the scent of a tom. Ah, so it is probably a cat, and isn’t some annoying ball made for the purpose of ruining our day. Her brother’s thoughts faintly entered her mind.

Ravenheart let out a quiet growl, padding beside her brother. “He’s annoying.” They whispered in unison. 

Blizzardmind started rambling, and a nervous dark brown and ginger she-cat slowly came, attempting to drag away Blizzardmind. “I’m sorry...” She managed to shakily say through Blizzardmind’s fur. 

Darkpaw ran after the she-cat as Ravenheart padded to the Gathering Tree to try and think. This will be painful.

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Prolouge

She tore into the warrior’s chest.

ShadowClan had engaged in a fight with ThunderClan, and they had outnumbered ThunderClan. “Batpaw, look out!” A cat screeched, she moved out of the way, then turned to the voice, Oakpaw. They exchanged a nod, then ran into their own parts of the battlefield. Soon, a new smell came in, WindClan, those cowards had called for backup, but then there was a pang of fear. Was her love here? Would anyone hurt him?

She carefully looked around, and managed to faintly catch his scent. She tore through the battlefield towards him, pushing a young apprentice, Fogpaw, away from him, dragging him away from the fight. Fear was frozen on his face. ‘Don’t worry, you wont be scared with me, my love.’

“I’ll be right back.” She purred, following Fogpaw’s scent trail. She needed to kill her before she told anyone. She found her decently alone, probably trying to find a Warrior.

“Fogpaw.” She snarled, baring her teeth, her fur spiking up. She lifted a paw.

“Batpaw, no!” Fogpaw cried, trying to run away. She struck a blow to Fogpaw’s head, making her stumble, before tearing into her side. She tore at the she-cat’s ears, and killed her s slowly as she could as torture. “B....at.... Pa.... aw...... w..-” 

“Don’t speak, brat.”

She delivered the killing bite to the gray and white she-cat throat, before dragging the corpse into the lake.

She sat down, and stared into the distance, now she could make Bluepaw, her only love, and what should be his only love, hers. He’d regret it if he ever went against her.

She took a deep breath, then padded in the direction of Bluepaw.