back when there was no warrior code to rule over them, clan cats roamed freely and did as they chose, however, Brackenstar did not wish to be shown as weak at any cost, so he raised his own 'army' of warriors to attack the other groups of cats now considered clans. These are some of the stories, absolutely, positively, untold.
A rustling sounded from the bushes the ancient leader, his eyes sparkling like gold among his pitch black pelt, despite his oddly-colored brownish paw in the front right that earned him his prefix, entered a small, dark clearing in the dead of night and then sat down, tail snaking around his paws, as he thought. He pondered over quite a few things in his time, happiness, misunderstanding, the cursed, the dead, and simply fate. Suddenly his chest felt as if it were a burning sensation, he choked and then pressed himself against a tree out of agony, everything was a blur except for one vision, redness cloaked his sight as a brown cat came into mind, slashing against his screen of thought. The large brown cat clawed a trembling golden and white tom down the neck and then stomach as the cat fell and smacked against the hard thunderpath. He gasped out of much pain and confusion, for these cats were surely unfamiliar, the scene was then whisked away by something as fast as the flash of a claw and a beautiful young, grey spotted kit lay at her mothers belly, that was now drowned and then a white cat with black spots, seeming to be a kittypet, or house cat, held down by a grey seeming blue cat that was kittypet, too. A swirling sensation of thunder interrupted this and then came a cat calling to it's mother as being struck by the claws of a cat with one eye, and then like fire it was burned and there was his son, looking around frantically, the leader called weakly, "Frogkit! FROGKIT, FROOOOGKIT!" And awoke to see the roof of a den, the cave where cats in need of being treated went. He woke to claws ripping against his face and quickly slashed the cat who did so across the neck, "where's Frogkit?!" He inquired quickly and turned to see the kit hiding behind his mother, the leader's mate, RabbitTail. He sighed in relief, "oh." He was answered with, "you've been sleeping for two days!" The herb-master, Brownbee, hissed at him and wiped the ancient leader's blood from her claws angrily. The leader growled, "who cares?" And with that he stormed from the den and padded to the clearing where he greedily snatched a fish from the small pile of prey near the entrance an d took it to the clearing where he hungrily wolfed it down. Suddenly, Talonkit, Weaselkit, Fishkit, and Wetkit came racing up to him
Talonkit inquired quickly, "what happened?!" her face grew worried
"Where were you?" Wetkit suddenly burst out, paws itching with curiosity
Weaselkit piped up, "was-" She was interrupted by her brother, Fishkit
Fishkit asked, "was it scary? Did somebody attack you?!"
Brackenstar hissed, "Shut up! All of you!!" The kits trembled as he stood to his paws, fish bones dangling from his strong jaws as his eyes blazed, "I won't tell you what happened," he growled and watched as little Frogkit came running up to his father, now there was no doubt that the ancient leader surely favored his son over any other cat.
Frogkit squeaked, Dad! That was really scary, could you tell me a story? The kit plopped down right next to Talonkit as well as Wetkit and stared up at his father with wide, round eyes. Talonkit slowly sat herself down and stared at Fishkit, Weaselkit, and Wetkit
Brackenstar let out a sigh, "fine, listen well, all of you. For I have more knowledge than any of the cats in NightClan, for I have a gift."
Long ago, long before the noble first cats of the clans and even longer than the clans of big-cats, there was a group of cats that called themselves the cave-diggers, they lived in small groups and were often picked by the leader of them all to be in a certain group. There were about six-ten to each group and each layering of the claw moon (week) they would meet for a day to have a feast to eat and share prey, celebrate their accomplishments, reunite, and of course, help dig the caves. Sometimes while digging in groups they may often run into each other and stop quickly to say their greetings then carry on. The leader would split each kit in a litter to a different group, and each group had a cat with milk, there tended to be many queens since this was normal for a she-cat to have kits a lot. The leader was a light grey she-cat with darker grey flecks, the other cats knew her as Spirit, their savior as well as founder, and in the modern clans she has a reincarnation. There had been no deputy since that did not come to mind to any of the cave-diggers. They often spent their time building the caves that in modern time is now known as the tunnels of CaveClan, but back then it was their shelter. One day, a giant title wave suddenly came from nowhere and washed into the tunnels, filling it with water and drowning the cave-diggers. The last thing that Spirit saw before death was the image a small black kitten crying out into the forest that then faded. That cat later grew to be Nightstar, founder of NightClan
Long ago there was a loving pair, now becoming a mother and a father to a handsome tom which they named Night, and a scrawny she-kit who was named Day. Night was a full black tom like his father and Day had her mother's long golden fur, they all lived happily together until one evening, Night awoke to the clash of battle, now five moons old, to see his only known family dead at the battle-side, the cats were fighting over a rabbit, he gasped out and ran as far away from the scuffle as possible, angry and sad at the same time. For a long time he sulked and learned to hunt and fend for himself, he felt superior in his honesty. When he was 12 moons old, he decided to find the cats who did this, and as he entered the small of cats, blood, and lake-water he found two cats 'training' using tooth and claw, constantly slashing at each other. Night hid in the shadows, eyes narrowed, he couldn't tell what was going on, he rose to his paws but was stopped from moving any farther by a beautiful she-cat. He gaped up at her as she narrowed her eyes and asked his business there, he replied with, 'none of yours,' and snuck past her but was stopped again, they asked each other's names and carried on. Soon, Night seemed to have been hypnotized by them, in a way, and soon was soaked in the violence of the strange everyday life of these battling cats. They marked their own boundaries and soon there were about 20 new individual 'territories' for the cats. In his dream, Night was visited by his sister, Day, and told him that he made a wrong turn and had to fix it. He didn't understand how she was in his dream, but she replied that she was in StarClan. When he woke up he padded to the clearing where most cats met and stretched, unsure of what to do. Later on there came a time when there had to be four leaders chosen, and Night happened to be one of them, he had -star added to the end of his name and became Nightstar of NightClan, the first official leader of NightClan. There was Feather who became Featherstar, the beautiful she-cat that he had met when he arrived to the place by the lake, she took FeatherClan as her clan's name, and all of the clans were named after their founders. Leafstar of the new LeafClan, he was strong. And the speedy she-cat Applestar of AppleClan
One peaceful day in the life of Nightstar turned confusing when he had seen his sister in the clearing motioning with her tail for him to follow her, she was in StarClan but he didn't get how she could be in NightClan territory. He took a walk to clear his mind, hoping that his sister would come and explain to him, but it still would be odd. He ran into a snake and it spoke to him, Nightstar felt as if he'd lost his mind, it said to beware of the things coming. He ran and bumped into the ghostly spirit of his sister, he wondered if these odd things were all warnings about a rising danger, and so it came, he dreamed and awoke in a gloomy forest, where one single cat was living. He smirked evilly and let his claws loose, he told him that this was the Dark Forest, where the merciless roamed, his name was Tooth. He told him that the NightClan race could communicate with the dead as well as cats that were not of their kind, Tooth seemed lonely. For many moons, Nightstar and Tooth would speak secretly, but one day Tooth turned on him, attack, and made him lose a 'life,' he cursed and screeched at the thought of leaders having nine chances, and he was soon killed a second time by Nightstar. He faded away, and that was the discovery of NightClan's ability
Brackenstar rose to his paws and padded from camp once it was nighttime, he felt eyes stare into him and his claws suddenly slid free and he stalked among the grass, picking up the scent from the bushes. There stood two starry cats, Willowstar and Owlclaw, the cats that he had killed for his position as leader, Owlclaw for deputy and once he was deputy, he took Willowstar's last life. "A bit close to the edge, eh, Brackenfoot?" Owlclaw taunted as he was near the edge of a deep gorge "you don't deserve your position as deputy, never EVER so much as leader, you never earned it, I was wrong about you, and now I'll fix that mistake. Silverclaw will make a great leader," Willowstar growled, they had killed the current deputy, Leopardtail, and he was sent to the Dark Forest. Owlclaw stepped forwards and lashed out a paw but Brackenstar quickly caught it and clawed down his neck. They battled for a long time before Willowstar finally heaved Brackenstar towards the cliff, sending him plunging into the rocks, it was over for the ancient leader.
Years later, Spiritstar sent Killer plunging off the edge of that very cliff, but Thornstar appeared and sent Spiritstar down with him, knocking her off the edge as she slipped, falling to her doom, or at least the first life taken from her. She fell and before hitting the ground, she saw dry blood, that of which was quite old, and a patch of bracken-colored fur.
( im too sleepy for all this 
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