A hundred years after the time of Firestar, at the same lake, lived two clans, containing warrior cats, from the youngest kit, to the oldest elder. Most of the traditions are kept, although some have changed. First, we have Earthclan, who cover the land that used to be Shadowclans and Thunderclans. Then, we have Sandclan, and they own the territory that used to be Windclans and Riverclans. They both have great, loyal, fierce leaders; and every elder would fight for their clan. And so far, they have gotten along reasonably well. It's Greenleaf, and prey is running well. Both clans are well fed, and have enough warriors, apprentices, and kits. The medicine cats are well. But all is not well on the other side of the lake. Wolfclan.
"Come now Firestar, you need to send your descendants in Sandclan a sign about this!" Meowed an uncertain voice.
"I think my great-great-great granddaughter can figure this out herself. She's clever enough, don't you think?" He replied in an accusatory tone.
"Well of course. I'm sorry I even mentioned it. At least she's not as power hungry as her father, Whitefoot." The cat next to him flicked her tail in annoyance.
"Maybe he's stupid that way…but I have no idea where he gets it. I wasn't like that when I was in Sandclan." The she-cat growled as a tabby tom nearby chuckled.
"Oh for Starclan's sake, shut up." She turned to him.
"You can't say that. You're in Starclan." The tabby tom growled and turned his tail on her. The she-cat turned back to the other cats and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." The first cat flicked his tail back and forth.
"Don't say that to me. You are not respecting your elders" Replied the tabby tom. He muttered something like "Ungrateful stupid she-cat…" The cats started talking again. All was peaceful once again. In Starclan that is…