For one thing, I've recently had to often make the choice of whether to write/create in some other way or to read during my free time, and I'm definitely biased towards the writing side.

Another thing is, the series... the mega-series... no, the franchise is intimidatingly long.

And frankly, though I love the world-building, I kind of lost interest in the plot and characters. I don't know why, I just did.

But I still look through its fandom from time to time, because, as I said before, I love the world-building.

-Twistey

Not going to post the whole fic as it's fifty-four pages long, but here's the prologue.

Prologue
In a clearing in the middle of a lush green forest was an old, large rock, bleached white from many moons of sun. Four huge oaks stood around it, old and withered, but immensely tall. There was a rustle in the nearby bushes, and a flame-coloured tom padded out. He padded to the rock and leaped onto it with his muscular hind legs. He seemed to be waiting for something. A moment later a small black-and-white tom with a very long tail padded out of the bushes.
“Tallstar! Good to see you again!” mewed the flame-coloured cat. Tallstar nodded.
“And you, Firestar. Have you seen the others?” Firestar shook his head. Just then, a huge white tom with jet black paws joined them, dwarfing his companion, a spotted she-cat.
“Blackstar! Leopardstar! What kept you?” asked Tallstar. Blackstar sighed.
“Stonefur came along. He wanted to know what we were doing.” The bushes rustled once more, and a grey-and-white tom joined them.
“Sorry I’m late,” he mewed, “but it’s a long journey.” Firestar raised his tail in greeting.
“Cloudstar, it’s moons since I last saw you!” Cloudstar purred.
“You too. Without you, I wouldn’t be here.”
A fifth cat joined them. He was almost as large as Blackstar, but a dark, mud-splattered, grey.
“Greetings. I meant to arrive sooner, but I lost track of the time.”
“Does any cat here know when moonhigh is?” Blackstar mewed sarcastically.
“Typical ShadowClan!” This was the first time Leopardstar had spoken.
Another cat came through the bushes, small, blind and ugly. He was followed by a badger.
“At last!” mewed Blackstar. “Now can we start?” The ugly cat, Rock, nodded.
“Six moons have passed since the Great Battle.” The seven cats and the badger nodded.
“Clans have enjoyed moons of peace.” , the badger murmured.
“But a new evil is rising.” mewed Rock. “Five Clans and Tribe will be in danger.” They padded through the bushes to another clearing, in the centre of which was a large, clear pool.
“One cat alone can save Clans.” growled the badger. The seven cats and the badger stared into the misty depths of the pool. For a moment the water shimmered, and then the cats and the badger could see, in the depths, a light brown she-cat and a russet-brown tom curled up in the hollow in the roots of an old elm tree.
“She is the one.” The group all nodded.
“Bright leaves can halt darkness.” mewed Rock. “I will tell Jayfeather.” The badger nodded. “That is good. All six must know. Tell Willowshine, Kestrelflight, Echosong, Littlecloud and Stoneteller.
Rock mewed, “Each leader should tell their own healer. Firestar? You must explain it to her.” Then the group merged into the bushes, and the pool shimmered once more, and then returned to clear water, as if nothing had happened.



Apologies for the lack of paragraph breaks; I'm reproducing the original format. *cringes madly*