Birth of the Clans

"The Birth of the Clans"

Long ago, the Great Woods were home to three groups of cats: the Cats of Forest, the Cats of Water and the Cats of Stone. Although living apart very loosely in their areas and only truly connected through ideals, the groups each had their own share of the forest.

The Cats of Water were the most prosperous, several small streams crossing through their area in the west woods. They celebrated speed and mind. They were known for their small size and pale coats, and feasted on birds.

The Cats of Forest were the bravest, their area in the woods' center riddled with small pine trees. They celebrated strength and heart. They were known from their warm brown and mottled coats, and often hunted squirrels.

The Cats of Stone were the most powerful, their eastern woods rocky and scarce, where few survived. They celebrated size and soul. They were known for their large build and thick coats, and they commonly ate rabbits.

The Cats fought and fought for seasons, for no cause other than their own ideals, both among their own groups and with others. The Woods were in anarchy and in chaos. But one moon, three siblings were born, spread one in each group.

Among the Cats of Water grew Lightheart.

Among the Cats of Forest grew Speckletail.

Among the Cats of Stone grew Waspstripe.

All three were unhappy with the condition of the Great Woods. They wished that they could help the cats realize that this was not the right way. Then, one night, they all received the same dream.

Before them, a bright light glimmered against the night sky. It spoke with a kind voice:

"Come to the Pawprint Bog tomorrow, the night of the full moon."

So, the next night, for the first time since their birth, the three siblings met one another again. In the cold rain, they huddled together under a fallen tree, and shared a dream. Now, they were together, and the bright light approached them. It revealed itself as a massive white cat with black stripes and an angular face. A White Tiger. "My name is White Moon", said White Moon. "I will give you the nine lives of a clan leader, and the power to calm the Woods." The next morning, the three cats once again departed.