Welcome everyone to our newest story!

We are a collaboration account, contained of the users: Leopard Spirits, Absent Answers and The Last Fire Lily

We understand that there are four Clans and only three of us. That is why we will be sharing the last Clan.

I hope you like it! This is so far only the prologue, so stay tuned for more :3

Leopard Spirits is the author of this chapter

P.S. The prologue explains most of the story, but some important parts shall be explained in the first chapter, so it might be good to read this.


Prologue

The moon began to rise in the sky, shining in the sky. The wind whipped and tackled the branches, scattering loose leaves towards the ground while they tumbled together in a 'hurricane'. Whirling around and around until another whip of wind blew threw them, scattering the leaves, pieces of dirt and crumbs across the ground. The wind continuing to blow through the still night air.

A band of rouges padded around together and they were encountering strange scents on their slow, thin path. Four cats stood in the front, claws unsheathed, as always, though the unnerving disastrous scent sent chills up their spines.

"What do you think that is?" A solid black tom asked, tail lashing. His ice blue eyes narrowed and his ears perked.

"I don't know, Wolf," a messy gray furred tom muttered, stiffening as his long black legs began to slip on the leaf-covered ground.

"Stop moving! You'll alarm whatever the heck that is." Another tom warned him. His black silky fur lay sleet on his body, while his white paws and white end of tail swished, along with the in-content flicking of his black ears that tipped with white.

The messy gray tom sneered, and took a step forward, listening intently to the sounds and the smells.

Around a lane the path turned towards a crowd of fallen cats, scattered across the land.

Tons and tons of cats were all scattered, all ragged-furred and dead.

"What happened here?" Wolf muttered, eyes growing wide slightly. Out of the corner of his eye a brown-red tom was creeping up to the bodies, trying to figure out what happened.

"Talon, stop!" The black and white tom growled. "Don't worry, Dusk, nothing is here. But I know what killed these cats. Badgers. Tons of them," Talon muttered, sniffing around the bodies intently. "Are you kidding me?" Dusk hissed as he padded over. He poked the bodies, nudging the torn corpses, specifically one. He was a big broad-shouldered brown tabby tom with long curved claws. He was lying beside a dark ginger she-cat with forest green eyes. Side-by-side.

"Come on, we should get out of here." Talon grouched. "Wait, do you hear that?" The gray messy furred tom asked. "What is it, Ragged?" Dusk asked.

"Listen," Ragged murmured.

"Wolf, Talon, Dusk, Ragged..." Faint voices shrilled. "You've got to do as we say." The voice meowed, and a figure appeared. It was the tom that Dusk had poked. "Who are you?" Dusk asked.

"I'm Bramblestar." The spirit answered. "Listen to me. My Clan, ThunderClan, and the other three Clans; WindClan, RiverClan and ShadowClan were all killed in the battle with the badgers. We need you to revive our Clans, create your own. Bring back the four Clans! We'll teach you the code, and you'll go through the ways of StarClan. Ready?" The fallen leader asked.

"Sure." Dusk shrugged, along with the nodding heads that agreed with it. Talon sauntered over. "What's in it for us?" he asked.

"You four: Wolf, Dusk, Ragged and Talon, will lead your four Clans.

May WolfClan, TalonClan, DuskClan and RaggedClan live forever and after!"