Many, many moons have passed since the great leader, Firestar past away. Over the moons the four great clans of Windclan, Shadowclan, Thunderclan and Riverclan started to lose faith in their warrior ancestors and the way of the warrior code has started to fall apart. Leaving only but a faint trance of memory. There are no more gatherings. It's been nearly forever now since a Leader has been granted nine lives. Fights break out more often then ever before. The clans are slowly falling more and more apart each day. Cats are sick and dying more then ever.
But not all cats have lost hope for a brighter tomorrow, some cats still have faith in Starclan, some cats still believe there is hope to come.
And there is… On a warm night when the moon was high, three ordinary kittens we're born to a Thunderclan queen, but what they didn't know, is that these three kits would change the future of the clans forever……….
A brown dappled shecat heaved a heavy breathe as the last of her three kits was born. She twitched her tail and lifted her head up. Three kits huddled close together one had fur as pale as the snow. The second kit was white with black patches she was moving around blindly already and squeaking first. The only tom of the group was a small gray kit. Spottedpelt groomed her kits and slowly pulled them close to her warm belly so they could find her milk. "Whitekit, Wildkit, and Graykit." She meowed gently and curled up softly around her kits, closing soft green eyes. Above in the midnight sky the stars seemed to sparkle a warm welcoming to the new kits….
Come follow the clans through another journey. See if there really can be a bright future for the clans. Or if darkness is to surround the lands forever…