Once, long ago, there were four clans, living peacefully. Together. All was well. Plenty of prey, good weather, alliances. But good times have to end. Everything does, good or bad.
Twolegs came through the forest, tearing trees from the ground, crushing stone to dust, killing cats in their wake. Few were lucky enough to survive this horrible moon, for over half the cats from every clan had been wiped out.
Alas, the lake was no longer inhabitable, so the clans had to move. Most, however, did not want to make the long journey their ancestors had hundreds upon hundreds of years ago. So they became loners, rouges, or the dreaded kittypets. But a few cats would not stand for it.
About ten percent of the clan cats would not stand for their history ripped from under their paws, so they stood strong. Together, they journeyed long and far, searching. Searching for the perfect place to live. And they found it.
It was if Starclan had lit their path, and it was perfect. Almost the same as they imagined the very first forest had been. There were even four trees in the center! Everyone was content to settle down again. Except for one cat.
His name was Firestar, named after the original Firestar himself. He thought the clans were imperfect, and his clan actually agreed. Surprisingly, so did Starclan. Four clans became one, sharing tradition and family. No more problems with lovers from different clans, no bickering about prey and borders.
Eventually, their scent melded together to create one. Thankful for Starclan's help, Firestar and all the other cats decided to name their clan Cloudclan, to show how very close they were to their ancestors and the stars.
Our story starts hundreds and hundreds of years after that faithful day, where Cloudclan still thrives, not a trouble since they first came to the new territory. A litter of kits is born, two females, one tom. And one of them has a gift only Starclan can give.