before the very first world burst into existence, there was magic. there was magic when stars began to fill an empty universe, and magic when the very first planet was born: enigma. magic had a fondness for enigma, and wanted to see it grow strong. thus, it created two gods to watch over the newborn planet which arose to sit among the glittering stars: prosper and loss, two mighty dragons who worked together to create a beautiful jungle on enigma. they created more than just jungle, too-- awe-striking mountain ranges which cast shadows in every direction, impossibly deep oceans filled with unfathomable creatures, giant forests with mushrooms so big that they blocked out the sun, deserts of purple sand that came to life at night when the sun hid itself away, volcanoes that belched acid rain and housed life where it seemed uninhabitable. they created all sorts of creatures, too, from the humble mouse to the largest flying whale; all sorts of magical beasts that gave the planet beauty like no other.
but prosper and loss were not created to walk among their creation for long periods of time. they were creators, not kings and queens. they were not meant to govern it, to nurse its young saplings up into mighty trees, to make sure creatures of all kinds were warm and safe, and see to it that life continued on as it was created. thus, with the last of their strength, they made groveclan. groveclan, living in the immense rainforests of enigma, was filled with felines of all shapes and sizes, ready to dutifully serve their creators. but prosper and loss had no intention of ruling over them. instead, they laid a mighty task upon their shoulders: watch over enigma, and thrive in its beauty. and so they did. and the two drakes bedded down together, falling into deep hibernation for thousands of years... waiting for a time when enigma may need their return.
as the centuries passed, groveclan forgot their roots. they forgot their role as protectors, and instead became creatures of destruction. they carelessly hunted beyond what the rainforest could sustain, drove out the predators that kept their ranks in check, and destroyed countless acres of land in petty spats with one another. they had forgotten their purpose.
now, groveclan is in grave danger. their ranks have dwindled perilously, and natural disasters have further plagued their stricken numbers. in fact, these disasters are getting worse and worse. many fear that it has come to the end of the world. but last moon, groveclan's medicine cat received a message from magic itself. it cried out to the cat, begging him to remind his clanmates of their purpose. but even if they all had an immediate change of heart, it would not be enough to save their dying planet. they could not bear this burden alone. they needed prosper and loss to be awoken once more and restore balance. and not just any cat could do this. no, magic had selected five wards to guide. it would bless these five cats with powers unimaginable, intended to be used for good. they would journey together to the resting place of the drakes, and end this chaos once and for all. they would once more bring balance.
five apprentices. one clan. one goal. will these young wards learn to control their newfound powers, strengthen each other in their travels, and survive to meet the mighty dragons who once created their world? only time can reveal the answer.