Hello everyone! I thought it may be a good idea to write an introduction to my story. The story is set long before the days of Firestar, and tells how the four clans came to be. You see, dear reader, before there were four clans, there were two; Dawn clan and Twilight clan.
The clan of Dawn boasts of their perfect clean white pelts. The clan of Twilight is proud of their sleek black pelts. Once a month, they have a truce and hold a meeting, much like the cats of today, but it never ends peacefully. The cats know of their ancestors, but there is no "star clan." Also, each clan has its own ranking. The leader of Dawn Clan holds the title –sun while the leader of Twilight Clan holds the title –moon. (For Dawn Clan the leader's name would be like Dappledsun or Mistsun, Twilight clan would be Silvermoon or Bramblemoon.) There are also deputies and medicine cats, but the medicine cats do not to "star clan" because there is no star clan yet.
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The moon cast a pale light across the grassy field. No creature dared move at this time of night, not so close to the border between the clans. There was a slight breeze whispering through the trees and into the field. A black feline sat at the border line, looking anxiously into the darkness. His glossy black fur allowed him to easily blend into the shadows. He flicked his long tail through the night air, waiting. Ears erect and whiskers jutting outward, the shadow cat stood smoothly and set one paw across the dreaded boarder, into Dawn Clan Territory. He knew this was already a crime punishable by death- no Twilight cat was ever permitted on this land, and it had been this way for as long as either of the clans could recall. He pulled his paw back quickly, as if the ground had burned the soft, pink pads of his feet.
He whispered softly to the wind "Not yet, she will come… I am sure of it." His eyes strained to see a pale figure appearing out of the darkness from across that dreaded, uncrossable line. She appeared out of the shadows, her white fur glowing from the pale moonlight. She stepped to the border, hesitant to go any further. He tensed before leaning forward and tenderly licking the fur on the side of her face. Her pale blue eyes watched the black air behind him, looking out for any other sign of life. A whisper could bring their secret from the borderlands to the clans in a heartbeat, they would both be exiled, or worse, they would be killed.
Neither cat would speak until they knew they were safe. This ritual had started during newleaf, when prey was plentiful and the clans were at peace. Now, with leaffall approaching, and tensions growing between the clans, their meetings became more and more dangerous. Prey was scarce, there had already been accusations of border crossing and prey stealing from both clans.
This seemed to bother neither cat, for they turned and walked together along the border, each careful not to step too close to the territory of the other. They walked quickly towards the center of the field where a large rock looked out over the grassy plain. From the top of that rock, a cat could see out over the territory of both clans. The stars shone brightly that night as they watched over the two felines. This is where our story begins. This is the origin of the clans.