The sky was dark. Cats from all around gathered, and fear coursed through the crowd. One by one the stars flickered out of existence. The ground rumbled and the sky cracked. Clan cats begged Starclan to return. Kittypets trembled, wining for their Twolegs to come back and save them. Rogues complained about being dragged into the chaos. Loners longed to return to the safety of their homes.
Finally, it stopped. All was silent. The cats waited in anticipation for something more to happen. The sky was shattered and empty. They were safe, for now.
However, a new question arose. Who would lead them?
A tom with fur black as the sky and a muzzle silvery-white like the moon stood, looking over the crowd with brilliant orange eyes. "I am Nightfur of what was once Shadowclan. I propose that we all band together. We Clan cats can fashion a hierarchy based off of the old Clans, and we can provide protection and guidance to those who are unfamiliar with Clanlife."
Another cat stood, this one a she-cat with patched dark brown and grey fur and blue eyes. "Let me guess, you want to be the leader? You Shadowclan cats are all the same. I am Marshfoot from Windclan, and I do not trust you to lead a Clan."
"And what makes you think that you would be a better leader?" Nightfur retorted.
"Besides the fact that I happen to be the deputy of my Clan?"
"Silence, the both of you."
A tom with snow white fur and icy blue eyes stood, lashing his tail. "I am called Snow. I hope you two realize that not all of us favor the Clans the same way as you do. Perhaps we would all be better off if lead by one not from the Clans, such as I?"
The cats began bickering, debating amongst themselves who should lead.
"Everyone, please!"
A she-cat with light brown fur and bright green eyes stood. "Can we stop fighting? Why can't we just get along?"
"Who are you?"
"I am Leaf. I believe that we should have the freedom to chose who should lead us."
"Enough. I am going to the forest south of here that lies at the base of a mountain. Those who wish to join me are welcome to follow."
"If you go to the south, I will go to the north. There are hills there similar to Windclan's old territory. Any who wish to follow may."
"I shall climb the mountain that lays in between the forest and hills. Come with me if you wish."
Leaf sighed, looking to the rest of the cats. "I will go to the forest on the other side of the river. I do not ask for you to follow, but if you seek leadership elsewhere, I can do my best to provide."
And so, the cats split.
Some chose to follow Nightfur and his love of tradition, as well as strict rules and harsh punishments. These cats formed Nightclan.
Other cats preferred the more level-headed Marshfoot, with looser rules and a lot of organization. These cats formed Marshclan.
Some followed Snow, the outspoken past-rogue who favored independence and despised cowardice. These cats formed Snowclan.
Many others joined gentle, peace-loving Leaf, with her kind and open-minded attitude. These cats formed Leafclan.
Some refused to join one of the Clans, instead fleeing to the lands around and beyond the Clan territories.
Now, it's time for you to choose.