Prologue:

When did it happen? Was it night or day? Was it cloudy or sunny? Not even the surviving cats knew when the clans exhaled their last breath. Tired, sense of defeat, hunger, and thirst filled their bodies and minds. The 8 survivors had lost all hope of living, where they had once called home.

Had Starclan left them? Did They not care about them anymore?, all these questions were in their head. They were desperate. They didn't know what Starclan wanted them to do. And that was making them lose hope for the future.

Disaster after disaster. Death after death. Pain after Pain. Guilt after guilt. What else would they lose? What else would they find in the darkness?

First, the drought, the one that killed warriors, elders, kits and queens alike. Secondly, the outbreak of greencough, they had left the clans with almost no cats left. And then... Then It came. The Fire. The Fire that destroyed their home, that destroyed everything they had once known. It had all crumbled to dust within seconds.

You know? I think it would be easier to see their story from their eyes. How it all came to be. How their path was harder and more challenging then they had thought it would be. Be prepared to live their story, as if you were one of them

This is their story. This is how they defeated all odds and they achived the one thing they wanted. A new beginning