The group of wild cats had been fighting for days. All because they each wanted an ideal piece of land that was big enough for them all to share. Those skilled enough to have made it through the battles agreed to stop fighting for one night. As they licked their wounds and shared tongues with those they trusted, the cats began to see shimmering images among them. Soon, all of the fallen cats were surrounding those still fighting, but they were not alive. Each cat stared in awe at their comrades, and enemies that were brutally slain the days before, and stood shimmering before them without a scratch. One large tom emerged from the group of starry cats. His orange pelt glowed like a fierce fire. No living cat in the clearing had seen him before. The mysterious tom told the cats about the life of a warrior; a life of honor and order and of the code by which they all must abide by. He spoke of clans, groups of cats who had similar abilities that lived and fought together, that had once roamed a Forrest similar to this one, long ago. He spoke of borders to each clan that kept others out of their territory. As the tom spoke, all of the cats began to like the idea of clans and warriors. The flaming tom noticed everyone's interest and consent, so he asked for four cats willing to lead clans with honor and dignity. He explained that it was a difficult responsibility, but also rewarding. The tom described it as though he had once held the position himself.
Four cats stepped out of the crowd, one by one. The first, Storm, was a dark red furred she cat. Storm was one of the best fighters and hunters in the forrest. The second, Pine, was brown tom with a white patch of fur on his muzzle. Pine could function better than any cat at night. His sight and hearing were superb and he could attack or hunt better than he could with daylight. The third, Dapple, was a gray se cat with white flecks on her flank. Dapple could swim faster than any cat and could hunt fish. She was also adept at fighting. Not as good as Storm, but enough to keep her alive. Then the fourth, Ivy, a she cat with a light brown pelt, stepped forward. Ivy was extremely fast and could outrun the other cats, as well as hunts the swiftest rabbits and escape from the quickest dogs. The orange tom smiled and nodded at each of the cats. He explained the responsibility of a leader, as well as the words and rituals of the clan. After the four cats understood their position, the tom told them that they would be granted an extra eight lives to protect their clan and to lead them into battles proudly. The tom said his farewells and informed the leaders that more starry cats would come to help them uphold the Warrior Code. As he left, the four leaders fell to the ground as they received their extra lives.
When the leaders awoke, they were more knowledgeable and understood what they had to do. Storm gathered the cats who preferred the Forrest and made Forrest Clan. Pine took the cats that preferred the cover of night and made Night Clan. Dapple took the good swimmers and fish eaters to form Rain Clan. Last, Ivy took the fastest cats and formed Meadow Clan. The leaders established borders as their clanmates found camps for the clans and gathered moss for nests.
And thus the Warrior Clans were reborn.