Prologue.
Ripped sat in Firestar's den, his paws tucked under him. Next to him was his sister, Night. Across, next to Firestar, sat the deputy, Brambleclaw, Leafpool, the medicine cat, along with her apprentice, Jaypaw; as well as Firestar's mate, Sandstorm.
"Speak, Ripped." Firestar commanded.
Ripped glanced at Night, who nodded.
"As Night has told you previously, we hail from Clan Lunaris, Clan of the moon. Our Clan of old lived at the beach forest, where Night and I were raised, along with Clan Solashon, Clan of the Sun. Our warrior ancestors were the Clan of Stars, which lived in the Pelt of Silver in Sky, commonly called Pelt of Silver, or Camp of Silver sometimes. At full moons, the two Clans would gather at Place with Stones Numbered Two, which was commonly referred to as simply Twostones. During the time of Star Bright, the two Clans left the beach forest for some unknown reason. But not all cats went. The two leaders and their families, along with their deputies, stayed. Night and I are descendents of the leader of Clan Lunaris.
By the time we were born, our clan had long been scattered. Of those cats living at the beach forest still, most had long since forgotten the two Clans of old. Only the direct descendents of the leaders and deputies remembered. And among those, only the cats who had stayed together, a number became rouges or loners, or became mates with one. There were only two or three, maybe four, families that remembered. I remember as a kit, our mother and father telling us the stories of old, the stories of our long forgotten Clan.
My best friend was of Clan Solashon. His parents knew all the stories of that Clan, and so Night and I learned of both Clans."
Night nodded in agreement, "We-- Ripped, our friends Lynx and Lily, and all the other young cats grew up in a very different way than our ancestors. Honestly, many of them didn't know exactly which Clan they belonged to, their histories were so mixed up. So, many were just called, "Clan" as opposed to, "Clan Lunaris" Or "Clan Solashon." I must say, it got pretty weird. Many families were a mix of both Clans, as well as rouges, loners, and occasionally the pets of those who walk on two lets. Only two families were pure one Clan, ours and Lynx and Lily's. They were pure Solashon, we are pure Lunaris."
Brambleclaw mewed, "So, but why are you here."
"We came, because we must." Ripped replied cryptically.
Brambleclaw looked like he wanted to argue with the unhelpful answer, but Firestar flashed him a warning glance.
"Speak, Ripped." The ginger leader commanded again.
"It's a bit long." Night warned. "I once asked him to speak, and uh, it kind of took forever for it to be over."
"Very well." Sandstorm mewed, "But we want to hear it."
Ripped sighed, he could feel Jaypaw's gaze boring into him, which was weird, since Jaypaw was blind.
"Very well. I will begin at sun down. But only for those cats currently in this cave." Ripped knew that someone would try to protest, get the only apprentice out of it, so he added, "Jaypaw as well."
At sundown, we all returned to Firestar's den.
"I tell you now the story of Star Bright. I tell you the Story of Ripmoon. I tell you now, the story of Clan Lunaris." Ripped began.