How it Begins [Plot]

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Long ago Four Clans stood tall. These cats numbered hundreds and ruled the land. Though they were not the largest predators they were at the apex, the climax of power, no other opposed them. All good things come to an end, unfortunately and the end of these Four Clans was slow and unforgiving. Disease and starvation cropped up like weeds, striking heavy blows against the Clans for having such high numbers. As death became numerous many arguments broke out. Some made proclamations to stay while others gathered together at the Moonpool and waited for a sign.

Three cats were chosen from the crowd packed around the Moonpool. A twoleg city, hollow and abandoned, far to the west and to the south. Thornbristle, Whitefoot, Emberpelt took this sign and set out with a group numbering little more than fifty cats. Cats of all clans, all creeds, coming together to travel a dangerous road for new hope and more prosperity.

Eight moons passed before reaching the city. The twolegs had left it in ruin and grass had begun to grow in every crack and crevice possible. Total ruin lay before them and some cats had doubts that what they came to was truly a sign from StarClan. Yet as they had arrived during a hard and long winter, they had no choice but to stay and help each other through the to season's end. It was spent no harder than life was back with the other Clans and together they made it through with only a dozen casualties. It was the moons, seasons, and years that came after that built the Clans to live there now.

Their strength and integrity carried on through the years. Whitefoot became Whitestar and founded StoneClan to the North. A grand and resourceful Clan living amongst the twoleg ruins. While life is hard for them and filled with my hardships, they are forever loyal to one another and always looking to learn new ways to solve dangerous problems.

Emberpelt became Emberstar and founded RoseClan to the SouthEast. Living and hunting amongst the houses give them the perfect amount of protection from the elements and prey to eat. The many ponds, pools, and vast lake to their back gives them the smallest territory but they are never short on spirit and love. No cat goes hungry here.

Proud Thornbristle became Thornstar and founded PineClan to the SouthWest. With Traditional cats at her side, they thrive in the wilderness. Strong cats, loyal to the old ways but greatly closed off from the other Clans. Rules may be strict but no cat has your back like a fellow PineClan cat.

And so these Three Clans continue to thrive. Even after 10 years of struggle. However the winds of change will soon arrive. What horrors and treasures they bring, no cat yet knows. So every cat keeps their eyes upon the Silverpelt and works hard under the watchful gaze of their ancestors. What happens next could sell survival or ruin for the Clans.