It was only a matter of time. Everything
has it's time. The sun rises and falls. The night
comes and goes. And still no one expected the
great clans to fall. But fall they did. Time
becomes the master of us all, eventually. It
corrupted the clans. It turned them against each
other. Kin fought kin. Murder, bloodshed, disease
and starvation destroyed the clans. But Starclan
saw hope in the kits of the clan. Born into a war that
was in no part their own. They chose three kits
from each clan to fufill the prophecy laid down to
them. To deliver the clan from evil. One was the
daughter of the great and heroic leader, Stormstar.
One was the kin of the poisonous Ceaderstar. These
two cats, fates entwined together, would go on a
journey to change the clans and bring back peace.
They were surrounded by the worthiest, the strongest,
quickest, fastest. The best of what the clans stood for.
And what they fell for. Their honour restored harmony
in the clans, but now few cats remained. They
established a new clan, Lakeclan, and since their
memory has faded into legends their morals are still
upheld by the clan of the lake today. The blood of the
chosen twelve still thrives within their veins. Their tale
lives on in glory and to this day will rock the clan to their
core.
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