"There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned"
~New Divide by Linkin Park
. : Prologue : .
A long time ago, when our town was a forest filled with trees, it was said that four clans of wild cats lived around the lake. If I remember correctly there was Shadowclan, a feared group of cats they could kill you in one blow if they wanted to. Then there was Waterclan, or something like that. Another clan called Windclan lived on the fields and pastures on the farm. Then my favorite, Thunderclan they were said to the most respectful of the clans.
They each had their own territories and fought constantly over them, but they did gather once a month regardless if the clans were fighting or not. One of my favorite stories is about a house-cat who joined Thunderclan. They said that his pelt was orange like fire and no one believed that a house-cat could be much of a warrior, but he ended up becoming leader of the clan and defeating a bunch of rouges.
When I was younger I would sometimes wish that I was leader of a clan, but that dream soon faded after my mentor was killed in front of me by a bunch of rouges. I remember being scared and wishing to be like that orange cat from the stories, to be brave like that.
A/N: I finally got an idea! This is just the prologue though expect chapter 1 to be out soon.
~ Cat
