How She Became
Before we begin, I'd like to point out that this takes place so far in Warriors future that nobody remembers the, oh gosh, SIX story arcs before. The only cat who may or may not show up in this who we met is Sol, because I'm convinced that the lackluster he just got Midnight to tell him stuff isn't real. I also made up some expressions because some were forgotten. It's some lore stuff because this world is BIG.
Things aren't good anymore.
Some of the Clans fell, others arose, but the warrior code has been lost to most over time.
It may have been the fault of ShadowClan. After an utterly embarrassing encounter with some rouges, they weren't taken seriously. Already they had one of the smallest territories due to SkyClan changing it's borders. It's unknown amongst themselves how the events aligned, but eventually, ShadowClan became hostile.
They went to war with the other clans, turning them all against them, and eventually a Clan fell. It was RiverClan, the Clan who opted for peace when the others wanted war. Already they were weak; the lake and streams had become unsuitable for fish over time. The twolegs built some lakeside nest there, but the twolegs weren't there most seasons. Only in greenleaf did they come, and each year it became harder for the Clan. One day, the Clan dissapeared. It was suspected they ran away.
ShadowClan then realised what it had done. At one last gathering the leader arranged, she spoke of the warrior code. Of their forgotten ways. And this riled the remains of Sky, Wind, Shadow, and Thunder.
She was accused of being weak. She was thought of as a voice of reason. Some felt like it was easier to live without the code.
The cats divided of their own free will, until we reach today, where nothing resembling Clans still exists. There's no gatherings. No StarClan visions.
But there was a strand of hope. Some still remembered their Clan ways. The branch that descended from that wise ShadowClan leader still believed. And StarClan was still there.
And there was hope for those reasons, and for other reasons too complex to delve into.
It wasn't enough to just hope though. They lived in a broken society of conflicting ideas and no real knowledge of what was right. Add to that further concerns of twoleg expansion, and seemingly a twoleg war with harsh side effects, and you realize how much things can change in just 75 years.
But not all changes are bad.
Well- all bad, at least.
An ancient spirit of a clan cat long before with the spirit of fire and the dedication of a hero, yet unrecognized for their contributions.
Reincarnated. The spirits, without identity, just a goal, had looked up to this previous warrior. Their spirit stayed after the Clans fell and so she realised what she needed to do.
So she projected herself into a random kit soon to be born. But it was like there was some sort of loss in translation. When the kit was born, she didn't learn how to communicate. Yet she wasn't very independent, which not-so surprisingly didn't go well.
But the biggest problem was the fact she only retained half of each consciousness. Not much made sense to her. She spouted random words thinking they had meaning.
But she still cared. Even if nobody thought anything of her and she couldn't share any of her opinions, Owlkit still cared.
