The PureClan Chronicles: The Banished Clan

by Eowyn Fauchelevent

Pure of heart and the bravest of clans, they were StarClan's chosen, formed to keep the peace amongst the clans when things turned too deadly and threatened the survival of the clans. They were never never meant to be banished from the forest... R&R

1. Prologue

What can I say? The result of me on caffeine and being bored and just needing to start something new.

The PureClan Chronicles:

The Banished Clan

Prologue

"'StarClan's chosen? You're nothing but a clan of half-breed cowards!'

'Gatherings are meant for peace, Shadedstar! And don't forget why StarClan chose to make PureClan: To keep the peace!' Silverleaf, the PureClan medicine cat meowed calmly, gaze steady as she addressed the SkyClan leader. 'Horrible things will happen if you bannish us; particularly to your clan.'

Shadedstar's claws unsheathed. The other leaders, except for Purestar, unsheathed their claws.

'And who are you to say such things?' Nightstar, the WindClan leader, snarled.

Purestar glared at Nightstar. 'Leave her alone,' the PureClan leader meowed, her voice steady yet dangerously threatening.

'Get out of here, and take your clan of half-breeds and fools with you!' Moonstar, the ThunderClan leader, hissed. Lakestar, the RiverClan leader, and Mossstar, the ShadowClan leader, enforced her words with hisses.

'Very well. We shall leave. But we will not be far away. Our clan will return one day, at the forest clans' direst need.' Purestar mewed before leapin off the Tall Rock and leaving Fourtrees with her clan.

And that was the last time any cat ever saw PureClan," Mousefur told the group of kits who sat in the nursery. "They never came back. Not when SkyClan was exiled or when BloodClan came or when we were forced to flee the forest to come here to the lake. Not even during the Dark Forest war did they come. There are those who think that PureClan is just a legend, made up during a bad time to keep hope and faith that there were cats out there to help us, some who think that if they did exist they have died out now, and even some who believe that we have not yet faced our direst need, our biggest threat." At those words, the elder's eyes became mysterious.

"Is it true that every PureClan leader's name is Purestar?" asked one kit, a small brown tabby she-cat.

"If PureClan is real, then yes. At least, from what the stories say, yes. There is little knowledge on PureClan traditions. But in every story, the leader's name is Purestar, and Purestar is sometimes referred to as male, and at other times, female. So I assume so. But there is every chance that it was the same Purestar who is interchangeable as male and female."

"And the deputy's name is always Pureheart?"

"Yes, just like the leader."

"Wow," the small tabby gasped in amazement.

"That's enough stories for today," the kits' mother, Cinderheart, mewed, sweeping the kits off to the nursery. "You need your rest.

The cats in the ThunderClan camp were entirely unaware of an emerald pair of eyes watching from the shadows at the top of the cliff. Incredible, Pureheart, the PureClan deputy, thought. They have almost entirely forgotten us and our traditions. At least they still remember something of us though, even if they have nearly forgotten.

The PureClan deputy then stood and ran quietly through the forest to the outskirts of Clan territory to where the PureClan cats now made their hidden home.

The time is growing near when we will one day return, and no longer be the banished clan.