Prolouge
The wind sang through the valley as in a cave at the foot of one of the many mountains the fate of the cats who lived there was born. There were only five clans in this large valley. Yet they held the strength of six.
From the great cliffs that rose from the South of the valley, to the gently rolling hills of the North. And the plains of the East, to the tall mountains of the West. They knew all there was to know of their part of the world.
They did not know of Twolegs. This was one of the few places they did not come. They did not know of the vast world that lay outside of their valley. They did not know of all the vastly different kinds of creatures there were.
They knew only of their ancestors. The warrior code. Their loyalties. Of their borders. Of their home. And all the things they needed to know to be free.
These clans that I am speaking of have been there since the times of the great cats. They battled with each other. But allies always changed. The only solid thing was their valley and their everlasting presence in it.
But that was all about to change. They didn't know that everything was going to be different soon. They didn't know that life as they knew it was about to be altered. They didn't know that pain and heartbreak was before them. And they knew even less that their only hope was being born at this very moment as they all peacefully slept.
Know it or not their fate was coming as surely as dawns next light. The faces they knew being wiped away, their memories made together coming to an end, the home they and their ancestors had shared being swiftly taken. This is the story of the plight of Mountainclan, Waterclan, Rushclan, Savannaclan, and Desertclan. And what may save them. For maybe even Skyclan can't.