in a time of death and famine, the tiniest speck of food was being
fought over, including even the smallest berry. vixenclan cats were
covered in scars from head to tail, and very, very skinny. however
much the cats asked to flee to new lands, other cats refused, say
ing that this was the land starclan blessed them with, and they c
ouldn't just leave it. well, guess that's their problem now. the lea
ving cats thought out loud as they started their journey to the fa
raway forest, an area filled with trees and said to be rich with gr
owth and prey. while the staying cats perished, the cats who left
thrived in the beautiful forest. the cats who left were said to be
blessed by starclan, and told that they were to be sent three rul
ers to keep the land safe, one of the rulers would be the wits, a
strong, clever cat, the second was to be a large, muscular, strong,
cat. the final cat was to be the leader of the group of leaders, but
their strength was to be revealed when the time came in the next
120 moons.
the 120 moons have come, and a litter of three has been born to a
queen.
