It's been 12 years since Thunderclan's move from its territory. During that time some of it's warriors wandered off and started clans of their own. Here's the story of one of those clan's in particular.
Prologue
"Snowpaw! Liontail! Where are you?!" That was the thinning figure could hear during the burning of the forest. All that could be seen were fire and ashes and the she-cat would have to think fast,or face dying in the fire. Quickly gathering her wit she quickly searched the nearby dens for any Queens or kits that were left behind but had not found any. "Startail!Startail! Over here, hurry fore the trees collapse!" Scared and confused the young warrior followed her clanmates cries until she was led safely away from the smoke and debree into the open. "Are you alright,Startail?" asked a rather large and menacing looking tabby. All he got was a curt nod from the she-cat. "Thank Starclan, Fangpaw would have my tail if any harm ever came to you. Come we must meet with the others on the other side of the meadow where it's safe. With another nod, the young she-cat took off with the large warrior tabby in search of her other clanmates.
3 Days Later
The cats of The Rock Clan returned to the charred part of the forest in search of any survivors or burned bodies when only half of the clan showed up on the other side of the meadow. They searched and searched and had no luck at all, it seemed as if they vanished off the face of the Earth leaving no tracks or clues behind them. A young kit playing near some fallen branches when he noticed something oddly peculiar hidden beneath it. Calling forth the others they removed to see the horror-stricken image they would never forget...the badly burned body of thier leader and her unborn kits burnt to a crisp bursting out of her body.
