Destiny. Fate. There are some cats that can read its folds, that can see the path of the future. They can see the tiny strands of time that leads cats dancing from one moment to the next, pulled like puppets along cords of crimson. They call this the red string of fate and every cat wears it looped around their soul, ever pulling, ever tugging into the future. However destiny rarely leads in one simple direction. It can be folded, it can be stretched, it can be tangled, looped or knotted.

And sometimes it can be cut.

. . . . . . .welcome

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. . . . . . .summary

Mintfeather always wanted to be a medicine cat. That is, until his brother made sure he would be chosen instead, craving the title for the power it brought and leaving Mintfeather stranded as a warrior: a poor fighter, a clumsy hunter, a coward. The red string of fate pulled against him, giving him only one choice: speak out or stay silent.

It was spring when Leopardtuft kitted, far too early for the five lives in her belly. The only survivor was a small white tom with blue eyes. His name was Icekit and he could not hear. Around his small paws twisted that red string of fate, but as they would soon discover, it was he who pulled the strings.

. . . . . . .the history

It all started with the Clans at the Lake. WindClan. RiverClan. ShadowClan. ThunderClan. There were four, always the four, to keep balance and peace to all the cats who called the Lake territories their home. They survived many threats, trials in which the four triumphed and grew from. They were strong, they were fearless . . . but they were far from immortal. Another group of cats were on the move and set their eyes on the Lake. They fought, but the Clan cats hadn't the numbers nor the skill to push the intruders away. WindClan fell first. RiverClan and ShadowClan gave way soon after. They all took refuge in ThunderClan's camp, the sheer cliffs of the quarry giving them a place to make a last stand. The battle lasted for three days and two nights without pause. Broken, with more dead than alive, the survivors of the Clans were given until the next dawn to flee.

More lives were lost through the next moon. Cats injured to the point they couldn't go on, others weakened by the fighting they couldn't run from dogs, foxes, or other threats the Clans faced away from their sheltered homes. Some died of illness, others from lack of prey.

But some survived. Some pressed on, determined to find a new home. And over time, they grew strong once more. The four Clans were all but forgotten, drawn together in their journey. They traveled farther than they could have imagined possible. Over hills, through cities, across rivers so wide one couldn't see the other side. Until one cat received a vision, a vision from the stars. They looked around and stopped, for they had finally come home.

. . . . . . .the clans

FireClan named after the kit's tale of Firestar, lives in the forest in the southwest of the territory. They believe in the virtues strength and pride. They are composed of cats mainly from ThunderClan and WindClan decent. Their camp is in the oldest part of the forest and the center of the territory, where old oaks and maples stand tall and the undergrowth thickens to a snarl. Thick walls woven from bramble and holly shield the camp from harm. Most their dens are under bushes or built out of the wall structure itself, though the nursery sits within a badger's set, its floor made of sand brought from the rivers to the east of the territory. A fallen hollow log houses the leader, who uses the top as a perch to watch over the Clan.

ShadowClan named after the old ShadowClan, claimed the river-strewn thick forest to the northwest. Their main virtue is loyalty and wisdom. The cats usually have RiverClan or ShadowClan heritage, though almost all have pelts suitable for swimming. The territory has many streams and gullies, covered by a thick canopy and dark groundcover plants. Their camp is in the northwestern corner, and isn't even a camp as one might expect. Cats gather atop a hill. A boulder sticking out of the side provides a ledge for the leader to conduct meetings and underneath has been carved out to provide a flat space for the medicine cats' den, shielded by ferns and bushes. The other cats sleep wherever they see fit anywhere within easy earshot of the hill, though each cat usually claims one spot and personalizes it with shells, feathers, and other pretty things. A coveted place is a beech tree with a hollow in the side, perfect for one or two cats to nest in. This is usually reserved for the elders as it is warm, safe, and private.

BlossomClan was created a few generations after the others were established. They reside in the chasm-strewn lands east of the other two territories. Their ideology embraces freedom and curiosity. Their Clan was created when a group of ShadowClan warriors disliked their leader's strict policies. A few FireClan cats joined them (mostly in good favor) and the few started a new Clan. Outsiders were also invited, as BlossomClan housed a good deal of loners living within its new territory and bordered a few houses on the outskirts of the city. At first they weren't considered a legitimate Clan by the others and oftentimes were trespassed upon, but BlossomClan backed up its claims with claws and after StarClan officially accepted Thistlestar as leader of the new Clan, the others were quick to respect its borders. BlossomClan camps in the southern end of the territory, within one of the many ravines. This one is shaped like a skinny triangle, with a pond on the wide end. Dens are placed within the sides of the chasm as well as under bushes on the grassy floor of the ravine.

Gatherings take place every full moon. Formerly to the east of FireClan and ShadowClan, the meeting place now resides within BlossomClan's territory. The river that divides ShadowClan and FireClan falls into one of BlossomClan's hollows, forming a pool that funnels into an underwater aquifer. The ravine's sides are shallow and gentle, making the grassy meadow within a perfect place for the three Clans to peacefully gather.

Medicine cats consult StarClan every waxing half moon, unlike in previous locations where the Clans visited their ancestors on both waxing and waning moons. The Starpool is two days' easy travel from the Clans, making it impractical to have eight days of absence every month. The journey takes the medicine cats north, past ShadowClan's camp. They rest at a cottage -a half way point- to sleep and hunt. Their travel brings them to the base of a stone outcropping, much like the Moonstone had been in the forest territories many generations past. A tunnel leads the cats to a cavern, where a path snaking up the side reveals a small cove filled with water dripping from the stalagmites overhead. An island in the center is accessible by wading across, and it is there that StarClan communes with the Clan cats.

. . . . . . .the cast

Character lists will eventually go here.

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