This is the full story on how PureClan started, and why they were needed.

The PureClan Chronicles

A New Clan

Prologue

~Amberwing's POV~

I watched as my injured clanmates entered the camp. One was missing half a leg, another had his ears completely shredded, nothing more than a bloody mas on top of his head. Every one of them was wounded. I wished I could help as a medicine cat; I was not at all suited to fighting, but the ThunderClan medicine cat, Whiteheart, already had an apprentice, Jayfur.

The fighting had been going on for moons. It was open war amongst the clans. Several cats were already dead, and more died everyday. The need for warriors had become so desperate that apprentices and young warriors were kept off the battle grounds; apprentices so that they could live to recieve their warrior name, and young warriors in the hopes that they would have kits to train.

I was one such young warrior. I did not want a mate or kits though, only to help my clanmates and heal them. I watched in pity as the wounded made their way to Whiteheart's den. I had been born into the fighting, and dreamed of a day when there would be peace amongs the clans, just like in the times told of by the elders. My brother Nighthawk shared my dream for peace. Espescially considering his secret. One day, while the we were hunting, we had met a young, beautiful RiverClan she-cat, Silverflower, who shared our dream for peace. Nighthawk and Silverflower had been having secret meetings since then, which I occaisionally went to as well. When I was there, I could tell that the two were in love. I sighed and padded over to the warriors den I had a feeling that peace would come soon. Somewhere, deep in my heart, I knew it.