Warriors Fanfiction
Warriors Fanfiction

Hiya! Welcome to my first Fanfiction! I stopped doing this a looonngg time ago, like 8 months ago, but then i found it and remembered it. This is about it Thistleclaw took over instead of Bluefur.

WIP because my tablet is about to do a die

 !! Warning! This has spoilers for Bluestar's Prophecy! !!



Leader: Thistlestar-gray-and-white tabby tom with spiky fur and amber eyes.

Deputy: Tigerclaw-big dark brown tabby tom with unusually long front claws (App: Ravenpaw)

Med-cat: Spotedleaf-beautiful dark tortoiseshell she-cat with a distinctive dappled coat.


Lionheart-magnificent golden tabby tom with thick fur like a lion's mane (App. Greypaw)

Bluefur-blue-gray she-cat, tinged with silver around her muzzle.

Whitestorm-big white tom with yellow eyes (App. Sandpaw)

Runningwind-swift tabby tom

Willowpelt-very pale gray she-cat with unusual blue eyes.

Mousefur-small dusky brown she-cat.

Fuzzypelt-black tom with fur that stands on end, yellow eyes, and a thick-furred tail.

Sparrowpelt-big, dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Robinwing-small, energetic brown she-cat with ginger patch on her chest and amber eyes


Sandpaw-pale ginger she-cat

Greypaw-long-haired solid gray tom

Ravenpaw-small, skinny black tom with a tiny white dash on his chest, and white-tipped tail


Brindleface-pretty speckled grey tabby

Speckletail-pale tabby, and the oldest nursery queen


Smallear-gray tom with very small ears. The oldest tom in ThunderClan.

Patchpelt-small black-and-white tom.

One-eye-pale gray she-cat, the oldest cat in ThunderClan. Virtually blind and deaf.

Dappletail-once-pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with a lovely dappled coat.


leader: Crookedstar-a huge light-colored tabby with a twisted jaw.

Deputy: Oakheart-a reddish brown tom.

  • It should be noted that only the leader and deputy of RiverClan are listed in Into the Wild


Leader: Brokenstar—long-haired dark brown tabby.

Deputy: Blackfoot—large white tom with huge jet-black paws.

Medicine cat: Runningnose—small gray-and-white tom.


Stumpytail—brown tabby tom. (App. Brownpaw)

Boulder—silver tabby tom. (App Wetpaw )

Clawface—battle-scarred brown tom. (App Littlepaw)

Nightpelt—black tom.






Dawncloud—small tabby.

Brightflower—black-and-white she-cat.

Elders: Ashfur'—thin gray tom


Leader: Tallstar-a black-and-white tom with a very long tail.

  • It should be noted that only the leader of WindClan is listed in Into the Wild


“Bluefur!” The elderly Medicine cat meowed as he walked into the nursery. “I told you already! Fire must burn without bonds!” He clawed at the edge of Bluefur’s nest.

Bluefur stood up, flicking her tail to tell her kits to stay put. “I’ve had enough with your prophecies, Goosefeather! ‘Like fire, you will blaze through the forest’? What does that mean!” she looked at Mosskit, Stonekit, and Mistykit. “I believed it before I met Oakheart… but now with our kits being born… I must stand with them.” The memories of the handsome RiverClan warrior shot up into her head. Bluefur was a ThunderClan cat, but she went behind everyone’s back to meet him every night. She knew what she had done, and, with the clan believing they were hers and Thushpelt’s, Goosefeather was the only one who knew it too.

Goosefeather lifted his lip in a growl, his smelly beath filling the nursery. “You must be the deputy! Tawnyspots is dying, so that will mean it’s open. Do you really want to destroy your clan when Thistleclaw rises to power? You in the nursery with your kits as he becomes the leader? You know Sunstar really wants you as deputy, Bluefur! Since you’re in here with kits, Thistleclaw is the only cat he thinks is good enough.” With a mad huff, Goosefeather stomped out of the den. Bluefur sat back down. If she doesn’t give up her kits, Thistleclaw would be the leader and he will choose Tigerclaw as the deputy. With those two tyrants in rule, ThunderClan would be wiped out! A shudder went through Bluefur. That would be my fault. But still, she can’t leave her kits behind. She turned her head to see Stonekit playing with his sisters.

“Mreww!” Mosskit yowled as Stonekit jumped on her tail. Mistykit pushed him off. Stonekit jumped on her, and they turned into a bundle of playful screeches and fur.

Why would someone give them up? Bluefur thought, they are so precious!

Images flashed into Bluefur’s head. Her getting 9 lives, becoming Bluestar. Then an image of a flame-colored cat flashed in her head. Whitestorm, Tigerclaw, and... a grey apprentice ((Greystripe was not born yet ;w;)) was with her. The flame colored kittypet was now in the clan, his collar off now. Then she saw him on the High Rock, grown and strong, looking down on his clan as leader. Who is this strange cat? Bluefur thought. Is this… the future? Or what it would be if I am leader?

Then Thistleclaw, now Thistlestar, popped into her head. Next to him was Tigerclaw. They were out on patrol together with Whitestorm when a that same flame pelted tom ran out of a buss chasing a mouse. Thistleclaw growled and quickly took down the kittypet, his eyes and flamed pelt fading. Bluefur gasped in shock. Why would he do that!

Her thoughts were interrupted when loud wails came from outside, and Thrushpelt padded into the nursery. His eyes were sad as he laid beside his mate. “Its Tawnyspots.” He meowed, “He… he… died.”

Bluefur gasped in shock. It was too late! Tonight, Sunstar would pick a new deputy and that would be Thistleclaw. There was no way to save the flame-colored tom now. All they could do now is pray that Sunstar would come to his senses.  “That’s… that’s bad…. Sunstar would have to pick another before Moon-high…”

Thrushpelt nodded. He then looked at the kits and meowed, “I always wished it would be you. But now that you have kits, you must take care of them. And I know you would rather take care of them than be deputy, but I always thought of you as a really good leader.”

Bluefur nodded silently, feeling broken inside. If only you knew, Thrushpelt! They soon all fell asleep in the den, Bluefur twitching as she had dreams of the fiery red tom.

Chapter one

“Mroww!” The loud yowl of a black apprentice echoed around the hollow as a light ginger she-cat slashed her claws across his face.

Bluefur gasped in horror. She’s using her claws during training! She thought as she hopped forward and meowed, “Sandpaw! Be more careful with Ravenpaw like that! Remember to train with your claws in next time.” She glanced to her side to see the angry glare of Tigerclaw at his apprentice.

“Ravenpaw!” He growled, pinning the black tom to the ground, “I have told you, strong warriors don’t yowl in pain, you WEAKLING! I should give you a good beating to show teach you how to really do it!” Right when Tigerclaw was about to slash Ravenpaw’s side, a yowl came from the bushes.

“No! Tigerclaw, stop!” Ravenpaw’s mother, Fuzzypelt, darted out of the bushes. “Show some compassion, please!”Bluefur nodded in agreement while Sandpaw muttered something and started to claw at the ground.

“We should head back, Tigerclaw,” Bluefur suggested, “It is getting late.” Bluefur looked up at the rising full moon. Tonight would be the gathering if I weren’t for Thistlestar’s stupid law! Thistlestar had made a law stating that “ThunderClan will no longer go to gatherings, because StarClan has turned their back on ThunderClan for the last time!”. No one knows what Thistlestar means by “the last time”, but whatever he means, he will claw you the moment you bring it up. At least that is what he did to his son, Whitestorm. Her thoughts were interrupted by Tigerclaw.

“Fine, but don’t think I’ll hesitate to tell Thistleclaw about this.” Tigerclaw twitched his tail for them to follow him back to camp. Bluefur shook her head.

“I think I’ll go for a little hunt. See you back at camp, though.”  Bluefur headed for Sunning rocks, aware of her paws guiding her more than her will. She walked on the shore that separated ThunderClan and RiverClan. Oh, my dear Oakheart… I wish I could see you again… Oakheart, her former mate, was the RiverClan deputy. They had not spoken since their kits, Stonefur and Mistyfoot and Mossheart, were born. How she wished she could see his again! Just as though StarClan granted her wish, a brownish red pelt popped out on the other side of the river.

“B-Bluefur?” The tom said as he swam across the river toward her. “My beloved! It’s you!”

Bluefur nodded weakly, “Yes, Oakheart, my love. How I’ve missed you!” Bluefur rubbed against his pelt, ignoring the wetness from him swimming across.

“How are Stonekit, Mistykit and Mosskit? Warriors now, aren’t they?” Light shone in his eyes as he talked about his kits. Bluefur, on the other hand, felt weird to talk about them.

“Yes, Stonefur, Mistyfoot, and Mossheart now.”

“So I see. Hey, are you ok? You look… sickly…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bluefur retorted, turning away.  It was true. Back at camp, the prey was thrown anywhere, and they go by a rule to catch their own food now. The camp was the grossest thing you’ve ever see, and half the prey there were crawling with maggots. Thrushpelt, Goldenflower, Halftail, Dustpaw and his sister Chestnutkit died because of it, and she didn’t think that was all that will.  

Oakheart look at her with sympathy. “Here. I’ll catch a fish for you. And maybe you should go see your medicine cat back at your camp.” Bluefur winced. Spotedleaf was sick right now, so they had no other cat to take care of them. Featherwhisker, Spotedleaf mentor, was found lying dead with Thistlestar next to his body a few moons after he rose to power.