In a valley undisturbed of two-leg influence, lived four clans. These were known as Mistclan the brave and loyal, Lynxclan the quick and nimble, Clawclan the strong and caring, and finally Tornclan the cold and ruthless. But what if I told you that there were originally only three clans who lived in this valley. Follow the story of three siblings who helped shape the world that these clans lived in, and of how even power can corrupt the most innocent of minds and turn them into something far worse. Yes, that's right, even starclan and the Dark forest can reach us here. I know, I've met both sides and seen on how they can shape your future if you choose wisely. Who am I? You may ask, well, I'm Silentstar and this is my story.
The valley no longer looked as peaceful as it once did, after all, it no longer had the warm feeling of greenleaf. Even the gentle chatter of birds singing in the trees, seemed to have stopped as if some unknown predator was watching them. Nothing but a cold eerie silence settled across the land. The only sound that could be heard was the distant sound of thunder, as the dark grey storm clouds came crawling slowly across the darkening sky. Its lightning crackled and flashed against the misty surface, as if it was the white forked tongue of a snake waiting to strike. A gorge long since dried up of its water, was caught in one of the white flashes from the sky above. As if it was a tourist and the gorge was a brand new exhibit in a museum. Its aged walls were cracked and slowly caving in, from where water had eroded away its earth and stone. Boulders were placed here and there, possibly from years and years of mudslides that entered through some of the gaping holes within the gorge. Like blood slowly exiting a wound. However, this deserted scene wasn't the only thing that was caught in the brief flicker of light. For there was movement within the shadows of low hanging ledges, stable boulders that provided tight spaces to squeeze through and from rock formations sticking out from the sloping sides of the gorge.
Unlike the rocky surface, where there was nothing but mud, stone and dust. These intruders to this once forgotten wasteland, had fur and were a range of varying shapes and sizes. Another clap of thunder from overhead, signified an ominous feeling as both sides slowly made their way to the centre. One shape in particular broke off from the main group, and pulled themselves up on to a rocky outcrop. In a brief flash of lightning, the lone figure was recognised to be a tom, his pale amber eyes standing out from the dark smoky grey mask that covered his face. The rest of his body was that of a silvery grey, nearly white, colour. With a smoky texture along his back, ending in a dark grey tail. A few scars littered his body from past battles, and only seemed to weigh him down instead of lifting him up. A few leaves stuck to his fur, from the long march through the forest behind them that finally ended here. Sorrow was the only thing that he felt, as he watched the enemy line across the gorge draw closer to them. It really shouldn't have came to this, where blood will spill blood because of a pathetic grudge that turned into jealousy and hate. The sound of paw steps hitting the rocky surface behind him, snapped him out of his thoughts. Glancing behind him, he was met by two she-cats, one older than the other. The younger was plain white, almost as she were made out of snow, while her eyes were similar to that of green emeralds. She was half blind, due to the scars covering her right eye, but that didn't make her any less of a fighter. The older one, was a silvery grey colour, her fur creating a sort of thin line around her neck where a collar used to be. Her eyes were a pale olive green, and the spots along her body resembled those of a leopard.
The rest of their group had finally arrived, cats from different ages willing to risk their lives to end all of the horror and bloodshed. Knowing that cats were going to lose their lives today, didn't make it any easier on the three leaders that were stood in front of them. Taking a deep breath, the grey tom looked back across the gorge at the opposing side. Where he was met by dark orange eyes, standing out of an even darker grey face. The nearly black tabby stood proudly at the head of his own fighting force, his eyes like dying embers in what little light was left. Behind him stood a dusty brown tabby she-cat, who had a similar appearance to him. Unlike him though, she had a longer scar that went all the way down to her neck. Her pale sea foam coloured eyes, shone brightly in the darkness. The cats that were rallying behind them were itching for something to dig their claws and teeth into, just as battle scarred as their superiors. Unlike their enemies however, they came from a land that was nothing but dust and rocks. If they won today, then they were going to be able to feast like kings and queens. Smirking a tiny bit a the thought, the dark grey tabby ran his tongue along his jaw. Where a gruesome scar lay, one that ran all the way up to his left eye and down below his chin. Only glancing briefly as the building storm up above finally blocked off any sunlight, and made the breeze start to pick up its pace.
Taking a step forwards, the dark grey tom lifted his head up to meet the eyes of those who dare to foolishly face him. His smirk now growing to show his teeth, as he tilted his head to the side in a tauntingly way." I'll give you one last chance to leave with your miserable lives, after all, this is just a waste of everyone's time", he said. His voice carrying a dark promise of pain and death, if anyone dared to argue against him. Yowls of agreement sounded behind him, letting him know that his followers agreed with him. However, his amusement was slowly growing thin, the moment the lighter grey tom took a step forwards. Yes, the younger tom was afraid of the rogues and loners who were currently stood behind their dark leader. But he wasn't one to run away, and act like a coward. Holding back a snarl, he moved past his two companions and stood at the very edge of the rocky outcrop. Lifting his head up high, along with his tail, he met the older toms eyes without flinching. He still felt pain within him, as he felt another wave of lightning flash above them. Along with the first drops of rain." And we gave you our answer, we aren't going anywhere, as long as Starclan watches over us and guides us, this is our home and we won't let you destroy it any further", he replied. Warmth from either side of him, told him that his fellow leaders had joined him and were prepared to leap into battle at his command. Something he had been hoping to never have to use, but knew that it was too late to turn back now. Murmurs of both encouragement and agreement, allowed him to know that he had made the right choice in facing the threat.
Thunder bellowed above both sides, as silence settled briefly over the gorge. Almost as if the very spirits were waiting for the reply, and for once in his life, the young tom actually prayed that Starclan will help them through this. A cackle was what he heard in reply, as the dark leader nearly fell over from laughing at his attempt at a speech. Even a few of the older toms own warriors joined in with the laugh, until they were signalled to be quite. The dark tabby grinned darkly as he flattened his ears, his tail swishing behind him as both masked tabbies faced the opposing side. His claws scraped against the rocky surface beneath him, sending small sparks flying." Always so noble, even to the bitter end, well I've got a news flash for you, Starclan can't help you now!", he replied. Letting out a yowl in challenge, as thunder clashed all around them, nearly drowning it the yowl out. Before springing forwards and down towards where the opposing group stood, his followers following close behind him. No one was bothered by the rain that poured down on them. After all, they were thirsty for blood, and nothing was going to stop them from having it. Watching the army of claws and teeth come racing towards them, all three leaders briefly murmured their respect to one another, in a final act of friendship. Before releasing their own yowl and moving to face the coming force. Battle cries behind them, allowed them to know that their respective clans were not too far behind them and were ready to meet death head on.
As the smokey grey tom ran towards the enemy, only one thought kept repeating itself inside of his mind. Why? why did it have to come down to this? They could have found another answer or done something to have prevented this. But it was the thought of knowing on who he had to kill, that made him feel like he was going to throw up. He knew the two masked tabbies ever since he was a kit, but he could never understand on why they did this. A glimpse of a faint white outline running beside him, was the only thing that reassured him that things will turn out okay in the end. The cries for blood were drawing closer, and he only had time to mutter one last thing before his mouth became full of blood and fur. Images from his life up to this moment flashed before him, of two older cats who he once admired and respected. Now they were his most hated enemies and were running towards him, fully content with ripping him apart. He knew he shouldn't spare them a tear, they didn't deserve it, but he felt the single drop run down his cheek anyway. When there was only a whisker length between them, he finally whispered one sentence before things became chaotic." why did you do it?".