Harvestclan, a clan that rose from the ashes of all the clans when the great battle between all the clans was lost. Our saviour, Quillfeather, and the remaining survivors joined together, creating a new clan, but still unnamed. Quillfeather was granted his nine lives from Starclan, taking up the name Quillstar, and with them he lead his straggled band of cats to a new home. They traveled together, through death and through new life, until they got to their new home. The remaining medicine cat, Swiftpaw, only a new apprentice at the time of the war, had been guided by Starclan and knew when they got home as much as he knew the pain in his paws. There he earned his new name for leading them to their home. A few days later Quillstar lost his final life due to old age, and the newly named Swiftheart took Harvestclan's deputy, Kink, a former rouge to the new moon spot, the Feild of Stars, where she earned her nine lives from Starclan and became Kinkstar, first new leader in the still unnamed clan.

During their journey of returning to the band of former clan cats, Kinkstar and Swiftheart ran into a band of rouges, from which Kinkstar lost her first life, and Swiftheart lost his altogether. With a fully trained medicine cat awaiting her return, Kinkstar grudgingly went back home, along with three of the members of the rogue band that did not fight her, three that felt guilty, one of them crippled.

The crippled one stopped and pointed to a gabble of geese to his companions. "Look." he whispered. "They are harvesting stuff for their nests." he told them. The rogues watched as the geese continued to harvest reeds for their nest.

Harvesting... Harvest... Harvestclan... We... are Harvestclan... We are Harvestclan... Yes... Yes... Yes! Harvestclan!"Harvestclan!" shouted Kinkstar. "That's perfect!" she licked the crippled rogue's muzzle before dashing off, leaving him stunned in confusion. "Follow my scent to knnow where to go!" Kinkstar called, and she left to tell the former clan cat's that they finally have a name for their clan.

And thus began Harvestclan, the clan that rose from the ashes of the four mighty clans of the lake; Thunderclan, Windclan, Shadowclan, and Riverclan.

Now it has been twenty so generations since the clan has gotten it's new names, the old clans now a myth. During the lead of the leader before Spiderstar, Falconstar, Harvestclan was wiped out by many dangers. First came the foxes, killing thirteen of the thirty-seven warriors. Then came the badgers, killing nine more, Then the earthquake, creating a fissure in the ground that swallowed up seven on patrol a few days after the badger attack. The rest of the warriors gave up, fleeing to become rogues, saying that Harvestclan was never meant to be.

And only Spidershadow stayed, along with the kits. Spidershadow became Spiderstar, and she is now leading a clan, one that had their slate wiped clean, harvesting rogues and kits and kittypets that would one day become great warriors one day with the proper training. She is training them herself, single-pawed, with only Starclan to guide and help her.

This is Harvestclan's story, and they are building a new one, a better one, a riper one to harvest from the tree of life, accepting whatever challenges are thrown their way, and throwing it back with more force than wich they recieved it from. We are Harvestclan, and you too are part of our story.