This is the prologue to my warrior story.

Prologue

Something was wrong. Every creature could scene it in the air. Every Clan cat stalked around, pelts bristling. Their fur was ruffed up, their paws itched to flee; but from what? What could possibly be so terrifying when everything was finally calm and peaceful?

The day was clear blue, the breeze was relaxing and two new litters were born to WindClan and RiverClan. But every paw, pelt, whisker, and claw itched to flee! RiverClan was the first to decide to go. Mothwing was completely against it. They needed to look after the new born kits. But in the end, three of their fastest warriors took a kit in their jaw while two others helped the mother along, and they ran.

ThunderClan was the nest to go. Firestar ordered Brambleclaw and Graystripe to lead the way. He would follow last. They headed toward the mountains of the Tribes. When they came into WindClan land, they met up with the cats of the open countryside also fleeing. No anger was met between them. All cats felt the need to flee.

ShadowClan soon came across the deserted ThunderClan camp. "They felt it too then, let's go." The Clans headed for the mountains- high land. By night fall they were together as one big group once again. "We need to rest, the kits need fed!" "Don't you feel it, we have to keep moving!" So they did not rest; traveling on into the night.

None would believe what was building in the ocean to the east. As they come to the mountains base, the storm was hitting their land. So many cats would lose their lives. So many would never so the sun again.

The winds and waves crashed into the camps and forests; even the island could not escape its sharp claws. And the beloved Moonpool cave was not safe. The next few days the sun would shine down on the flooded land of the four territories. Not even the tall Oak tree that Cinderflower had fallen from was visible in the flood, or maybe it had not survived either. The sun shown down on the crumbled entrance to the Mooncaves and the Moonpool was exposed to the elements. The water, now murky, was filled with debris.

That night no stars shown down on the Clans devastated lands. No spirits walked Silverpelt even though there were no clouds to obstruct their light. The moon shown alone in a black sky.

The Clans were gone.

Their ancestors were gone.

Their lives— gone.

Less than 20 cats will live…
Seven from ThunderClan.
Three from ShadowClan.
Four from WindClan.
Five from RiverClan.
StarClan did not make it; I don't know why - they just didn't.
I wish I could have had less from ThunderClan but I wanted each one I chose to be in the story.
I take into consideration the time so some apprentices are now warriors (Cinderpaw is Cinderheart now)
If you wander about the tribe, since their future is up in the air right now, they will not be in this story. And neither will the strange intruder cats of the mountains, but the tribes cave will be used.

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