Author's Note: Hello there. Snowfluff again. Today I bring you Banished, a Warrior fanfic about loss, confinement, and secrecy.
Updates should come every Sunday. Unless I get impatient and release a chapter early.
...which will probably happen a lot.
This fanfic uses the four Clans in the books: ShadowClan, ThunderClan, WindClan, and RiverClan. Only the cats in StarClan will be the ones from the books. The living cats will not be from the book.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, Erin Hunter does. I do not own the characters.
Down by the lake, where the birds fly, where the sun rises and sets, where the fish swim, is where four Clans came. They came under trust, under unity. They were bound by loyalty. Then, the four Clans split off into their respective territories, minding their own business. Occasionally there would be battles and border skirmishes, but it was nothing too major.
Though separated, the Clans were still bound by the same trust, unity, and loyalty that brought them to the very lake. Every moon, on the full moon, the Clans would meet on an island. They would share news, share tongues, but they never fought. Always the truce would be kept.
They were kept under the truce by the fifth Clan, the Clan so rarely seen. StarClan, the cats of the dead. They watched the Clans everyday and sometimes gave ominous prophecies to each Clan's respective medicine cat.
All was well in the Clans until the day came when four became three. ShadowClan was driven away after numerous complaints of ShadowClan warriors trespassing onto enemy Clan territory.
StarClan did nothing to stop this.