
No cat who is alive today can tell you how long we waited, trapped in tiny crates while the world around us had turned to nothing but a torrent of noise and the smell of the water. Not a single soul remembers how hard we struggled against the twolegs, or how we ran as though we'd never spent a day out of the wild. And it's long since been forgotten how far we trekked across mountains and fields, woods and valleys, before we came here. We forgot what our names were, what the names of the clans we belonged to were, and what our old homes had felt like. We had no choice but to start all over again, and divide into four new clans.
"MountainClan!"
"LeafClan!"
"OakClan!"
"And FieldClan!"
[Here you will see the Moontree in LeafClan territory, and the sandy bank where the clans gather.]










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