ideas because I have ideas but no time

I honestly don't know what to do with any of these but I decided I'd post them anyways just to get them out of my head?
Should I put them up for adoption/prompts or y'all vote on what one I should do or????
help meeeeeee
(also half are not really warriors ideas but whateverrr)
(also one at a time because typing)
(also not obsessed with the number four)
(also these have slowly been getting longer)

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The Eastern and Western kingdoms have had an uneasy alliance for the last two years, when the fighting between the North and South brought both their borders under peril. The Western kingdom has since then been in almost complete control of all the Kingdoms since then, having supplied both sides during their war and sending assassins to kill those the war didn't claim in order to send all the others pleading for their aid. Now the North and South are nearly destroyed, only ruins and lone kings to defend the ghost of their once proud lands. The Eastern kingdom pays heavy taxes to the West for their supplies and protection, not allowed a standing army nor production of many necessary goods, forced to go through the Western Kingdom's economy in order to survive. The Western King has the Eastern King under his thumb, and the royal family is living in fear they will soon be replaced entirely by the west. So when a small group of rebels arises, the Eastern king gives his tacit approval and supplies to them, hoping these new "Green Crown" rebels can help bring their kingdom back under it's own rule. Little does anyone realize that the "Green Crown rebels" are really only four average citizens with one large plot to destroy the Western Kingdom with phantom shadows and soldiers that don't even exist.

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Four friends enjoy Thursdays. None have classes before Ecology, shared at noon. They always meet up at the campus subway for lunch before heading to class together. However, they arrive one day to find a notice posted on the front of building 4E: "building closed, classes cancelled." The four, joyful of the unexpected freedom, decide to spend the rest of the day at the arcade, shooting aliens and playing laser tag with the other kids on campus. A great time until one receives an unsettling text: "Olivia's dead." And the wildest guess, that the closing of 4E that morning hadn't just been coincidence. They plan to sneak back around, knowing the window in the biology lab never quite locks right, curious to see for themselves just what was going on. Going the back way, they don't see the two trucks still parked in the lot, one sleek SUV and one moving truck with an odd logo adorning the side. It was only a look around, they think, before the window that never quite locks clicks behind them, sealing them inside. Turns out their wild conjecture was anything but false. Olivia was dead. She had died in 4E. And her ghost was both very angry and very, very dangerous. 

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A short story in which the main character works towards their goal while commenting they will "never give up" or "can't surrender". Their task is easy, but their internal struggle makes it disproportionately difficult. The details of their internal struggle is never fully explained, but alludes to the reality of fighting depression/anxiety.
    **might actually do this because it's short**

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Colors are not defined. Rather, the emotions of people change the colors of the environment around them. Angry people tinge the world red, happiness glows gold, sadness a dark blue. Items still have their colors, the emotions just influence how they are defined, like looking through a tinted lens. A society arises in which you could be fined or even jailed for expressing negative emotions, and so much of the population has grown to hide their true emotions behind layers and layers of falsity, until many started to lose themselves in the fake emotions they are forced to show. Meanwhile, a rare mutation causes some people to project no color at all, their emotions are shades of grey instead of the vibrant colors of others. These people --"Greys" are thought to be "emotionless" and a threat to society, and are often imprisoned or sentenced to death due to their "unstable, inhuman nature". A Grey must live life in the shadows. To be seen is to be turned in, basically a death sentence, as with all the colors it is very obvious one is a Grey and not a Citizen. However, one Grey saves a Citizen's life, and the two find themselves in an unexpected friendship, realizing they are both very similar dispute the Grey's dark aura. And of course, there's a society to be fixed! Equality! Fights! Underdogs!

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A bounty hunter with an unusual reward: time. They are the perfect hunter, half human, half android, all perfectly tuned for the capture. . . or the kill. They work alone, taking jobs that others wouldn't dare take. They take marks from anyone, as long as they agree payment goes through the Curator. A nameless, faceless man with little meaning to the Hunter except for one very important thing: the Curator is the only one able to keep the Hunter alive. The Hunter's days are limited, and only with time given by the Curator can the Hunter keep surviving. The Hunter takes jobs, makes the Curator money, and the Curator lets the Hunter live another month, another week, another day. The Hunter hunts to survive. Mark after mark after mark. Hoarding up time so that maybe, one day, they won't have to hunt any longer.

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Eight random people wake up in a small room with nothing other than three pens and a few sheets of paper. And a green sticky note on the wall that reads: Write a novel. They must learn to cooperate as their good writing is rewarded by gaining more space and essentials such as food and water. They slowly learn more about each other and their captor while conversing with notes, and slowly the book they write to earn their freedom takes on a whole new meaning.

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A cat is taking a late night walk to quell their restlessness when a brush fire catches near camp. They smell the smoke and seek refuge in a stream, but the fire doesn't die down for hours, and they are forced to watch and wait for the sun to rise over the ashes of what had once been their territory. As soon as they can chance the ember-strewn ground, they rush back to camp, hoping beyond hope that there were still cats alive they could aid, but with little warning and little chance to evacuate, many are killed by the quick-spreading flames. Instead of forming an organized escape, the Clan had scattered, but as they search, they realize that many cats didn't make it far before being consumed by the flames or suffocating from the smoke. Until one cat is miraculously alive, coughing weakly in the ashes. The warrior, filled with new determination, drags the sole survivor --a young apprentice-- away from the smoke, caring for them until they finally are strong enough to wake. With no reason to stay in the ashes of their once proud Clan, the two embark on a journey to the Sea, where it is rumored there's a place that can turn back time, allowing them to save the Clan they love. The two must learn to survive with their own wits and trust each other as they travel through lands unknown to any Clan cats' paws, seeking in their hearts a new path.
How it would end:


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He was new to town, moving from his sunny home in Florida to the much frostier climate of Vermont due to his mother's divorce. Unfortunately, this sudden change in both climate and family life occurs during the middle of his senior year of high school, leaving all his friends and family back south as he struggles to find a new life. He quickly finds a small, local coffee house in the middle of town, first for a warm drink to protect him from the cold he had never quite experienced before, and later as an escape from his house, of which he is only reminded of the changes he was forced along with. He tries to keep strong, but he's failing three classes and without the support of friends or family, he struggles with the added pressure of not failing his last semester. Enter character two, the local. He's lived in town his entire life, or at least all he can remember, graduated from the same high school the Outsider now attends, and is staying in town to take part in the community college and run classes on art and creative writing. Luckily for our Outsider, he also works at the coffee shop the Outsider made his home. By then the Outsider had been coming to the coffee shop every day for about a week, and stays long periods of time in the booth second from the window. The Local has been keeping an eye on this summer-boy newcomer, and has been slipping him unnoticed but appreciated smiles, words and hot cocoa refills, having noticed the stress he was under and his need for this place. The Outsider is working on extra work for chemistry, one of his failed classes, and becomes overwhelmed with everything. The Local notices and decides to intervene, giving him help on the problem before work pulls him away. But he offers to keep the shop open if the Outsider wanted to come back after the 7oclock closing time for 'unofficial tutoring'. The two fall into a fast friendship and, later, relationship, over these late night coffee and tutoring sessions. Just altogether fluffy.

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She was a thief. And a good one too. There's nothing she can't get into, nothing she can't steal. He was an assassin. And a good one too. There's no target he's missed, no one he can't take out. He's not quiet. She's not a killer. They are both good at what they do, and they've met on several occasions when their paths crossed, but never when they could help it. They hated each other, hated what they did, what they stood for, and don't even start about their music tastes. Then they both have the same hit. Same day, same time. She's securing the payload, he's wiping the blood from his blade. Then all hell breaks loose. Alarms blare, gunshots are heard from outside. He sees the armored cars screech up to the side of the pavement, she sees her bolthole close in her face. They both hear the megaphone: "Two birds with one stone, we did well today." And they both know what that means. The two are forced to join up in order to escape the trap they both fell into. Chaos ensues.
Either this escape takes a long time and has complications (such as a personal battle with the agents sent to capture them) or it's a continued thing where they both need to rely on one another to lie low. Probably she takes a bullet and it's in her turf so she forces him to help her get to the safehouse. They'll have to work together angrily for a good long while. Usually this ends up in a romance, but I wouldn't let that happen probably. Maybe a partnership or a truce.

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A basic OC-life-story kinda. Thorn is one of my only canines that I've used multiple times, and he would totally make for an interesting fantasy plot. He's a dire wolf, one of the last of his kind. His pack had always roamed the mountain ranges, but climate changes make it difficult for them to sustain themselves. Thorn, once he was a full adult, was kicked out of the pack. They simply couldn't sustain their population on the limited food and harsh winters. Thorn finds himself running around a lot. Humans see dire wolves as a threat, dragons see him as food and saber cats as competitors. And of course nymphs don't mind what sort of meat they drown. A pack of dire wolves is nearly untouchable, but Thorn, while still a dangerous foe, is much easier to take down. He's learned to move during the night and stay hidden in the day. He's learned to move with the shadows, his black fur that had set him apart in his pack now a blessing. On the run, he finds a broken wall. There's nothing inside, just trees and grass and the occasional bird. However the center practically radiates power and magic, and he hesitates to come closer. After many years of wandering, learning and growing up, Thorn finds himself again near the broken wall. He dares to approach but a spark of badness, of evil, threatens to overtake his mind. A magus is drawn to the mental war and aids Thorn in freeing himself. The two strike an uneasy friendship --an alliance-- as they work to discover the evils trapped within the broken wall. It had been trapped for hundreds of years there and slowly has been gathering strength from creatures that wander within its grasp.
They find it is not evil, just insane. Or on the brink of insanity, rather. It was an older magus who had trapped himself in a ward while protecting the place from a more evil and more dangerous foe buried underneath. Its whisperings over hundreds of years and the lack of contact with anything sentient was slowly breaking the immortal magus, yet his direct contact with the sun and the pain it brought him --being half vampire-- worked to remind him of his physicality and the reasons for his sacrifice. The new magus and Thorn eventually would free him. Of course the evil would be fought too.

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It would be odd if I could work magic. It would be odder yet if I was in a school to train me in this magic. Even weirder this school would be exclusively for werewolves. But here's the kicker: I'm actually a unicorn.

In a world where all magicians are werewolves --and not always 'wolves', but predators of all sorts, he was certainly out of his element. For starters, he didn't have a drop of human blood in him. He wasn't a werewolf: he didn't fight but believed in peace, he didn't shift between two forms or specialize in the elemental magics. Besides, he was a vegan. 

In this universe, 'werewolves' are classified as any predatory shapeshifter. There's really only three of those: canine aspect (foxes, wolves ect), feline aspect (lions, tigers ect) and aquiline aspect (hawks, eagles ect). There's also degrees of shifting: full shift and one wouldn't know they were actually human or any degree of partial shifting with some parts remaining human or human-like and others mixed to be more beast. A full shift is difficult, but achieving a partial shift of the traits desired and nothing more is also a difficult feat. Along with shifting abilities, shifters also can control basic elemental magics: fire, air, water, earth. Everyone is more attuned to one (or two split) of the elements.

Unicorns, however, are quite different. They don't shift, and are for the most part limited to their human form while on earth. They do have horns. Two, in fact. One from childhood that is eventually shed to let the mature horn grow. The shed horn keeps some of its properties, especially those around healing and spiritual connections. A unicorn in possession of both its horns is very powerful indeed. Horns are only visible when in their true form, which can only be brought about in a spiritual manner. It takes a lot of effort to shift the physical unicorn into the earth world and is difficult to attempt. Doing so forces two linked but separate astral projections to conjoin, a dangerous at best as either can be consumed by the other or both could be destroyed in the process, killing the unicorn. Yet while they appear human, unicorns do not have any human DNA whatsoever. They bleed clear or grey blood. Too much meat can make them ill. They don't sleep, but trance. Like shifters, however, unicorns also can control magic. They have a tendency to be adept at all four elements of magic, though are not attuned to any one specifically. They are most well known for their uncanny ability to tamper with the 'fifth element': the Clear or crystal element, this includes motion, spirits and even time. 

A unicorn is forced undercover in a shifter school and has to work to fit in and not raise alarms as he struggles to hide in a world where he would be killed if he didn't sell his werewolfness.

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Lacy is an ordinary girl living on the outskirts of Rome. Sure, she may be stubborn, with the air of adventure and questing in her mind and a lot to say about the strict gender roles her society enforces upon her, but she wasn't a revolutionary, she wasn't a warrior, and she didn't expect to set the entirety of the world against her. After a particularly bad bout with her mother concerning her eventual marriage to Favor --a young duke with wealth but less brains than a tree stump-- she runs off into the fields where her friend, Ethel, and her brother, David, lived. With David travelling to the capital of Tulmec soon and Lacy desperate for escape, the three decide to smuggle Lacy and Ethel in with the cabbages David was bringing with him.

Along the way, David dies/gets lost/something (doesn't matter what for now, I guess) leaving the two girls to struggle in the forest alone, choosing to abandon the road or are lost (depending on what happens to make this situation possible). Either soldiers, bandits, a flood perhaps. Anyways, the girls find something. . . peculiar in the ground. It shines like a mirror, and as they uncover it, it becomes apparent that it's a solid sheet of metal. A door. A ladder brings them down into a small room, consisting only of a few computer monitors and large metal coffins.

Frightened out of their minds, but hungry and curious, the girls explore the rest of the compound. They find a dining room filled with food packaged in metal cans. They find journals, most of which are written in Common and which Lacy can somewhat read. What they find is quite disturbing: all the journals speak of the world in a distant, scientific manner. A test, an experiment. They travel farther in and find a room filled with beds. But what surprises them most are the bodies. People they knew --Ricardo the travelling bard, Gerard the Emperor's page, Alamanda the silk merchant from the south. All of them, dead.

They are about to flee, but as they reach the first room they hear sounds of metal creaking above. Left with little choice, they both hide within one of the metal boxes.

Only to see a flash of light. The box hisses open and they are in a different world, a different body. A single body. 

Lacy and Ethel struggle to work together in one mind to try and escape for a while, until they're found and restrained by a group of guards and brought to a cell. They are eventually seen by a tall woman called Dr. Hais, who explains and shows to them what's happened, after splitting the two into separate people again. Their entire world is contained in a little black box. The world they live in is fake, a simulation, populated by echoes of people's minds, in order to study the effects of human innovation and invention starting in the prehistoric past. 

Long story short, the two of them have to work to learn their new selves and the new world they've been placed into. Something big happens in their old world, forcing the two girls to escape back (or are prompted to return) to their old world, with knowledge that could be used to save or break it forever.