Plot

[. wren]

Once upon a time, the clans were peaceful groups, they lived in harmony and respected each other's claims. Everything was simple, and few died in a battle of any sort. The world was peaceful, and everything passed in the quiet lull that peace times tended to move in. Life was good, and prey was plentiful. It didn't take too long for that luck to run out.

A famine in Windclan territory left them with no choice but to steal prey, and after being caught, battles and warfare began to burst out all over the place. Illnesses ran rampant through the clans, easily destroying their members, and quite a few lives had been lost at this point. A questioning of belief in Starclan began to take effect.

No one had heard from their ancestors in quite some time, and the idea began to come to mind that if Starclan cared, they wouldn't let the living clans suffer as they were. A leader stepped forth, basing his ideas on this. Starclan wasn't real, and all of their beliefs were wrong. It was time for a new era, one were the deceased weren't worshiped like Gods, but where sense reigned. The elders and senior warriors were outraged.

Internal and external war began to form between the clans; everyone against everyone, all of the clans against each other and the rebel group. The small rebellion was quickly crushed, but it did make the clan cats question their beliefs.

The war soon died down, due to the fact that if many more casualties were taken, none of the clans could survive. Even so, without a winner, and with morale so low, everything's tense and it seems like all of the clans are just waiting to rip each other limb by limb. Nothing's been settled, and everyone just wants to win.

From here on out, it would seem that no one's safe.