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A Paw In Each World

A Paw In Each World tells the story of Gnarus, a half-LionClan, half-TigerClan cat who set the modern Clans’ view on crossbreeding and half-Clan cats.

Out of Character it was written by Wildlark and finalized on 3 March 2010.

A Paw In Each World

In the times of the Great Clans, crossbreeding with cats of other Clans was not considered the best choice for having kits—-the resulting offspring were usually dead or deformed—-but there were no strict rules against it. It wasn’t until one undefected (or so it seemed) cub was born that the Clans truly realized the danger of half-Clan cats, even if all the cats had been of the same species. 

The cub was christened Gnarus, a name given to him by his mother, a TigerClan queen. To this day, no one is sure who exactly his father was, but it was plain to see from Gnarus that he had LionClan blood in him. The cub had tawny fur and a tuft of hair on the tip of his tail, with dark stripes and a white underbelly inherited from his mother. More importantly, he was the biggest cub at birth that any of the Clans had seen in many moons, and he grew even bigger at an alarming rate. What was more, he had an arrogant, cruel temper; as soon as he was big enough to go out of the nursery, he terrorized the TigerClan camp, mercilessly chasing the warriors’ tails and drawing blood in what were supposed to be play fights with the other cubs. Even his mother, a patient and experienced queen, could not change his dishonorable ways. 

“If you keep acting like that,” she would warn him, “you will never be a good warrior and you will be shunned by not only TigerClan, but the cats of all Clans.” 

Gnarus would growl at anyone if he couldn’t find a retort, and soon, teeth and claws became his main source of communication. 

There was only one cat in TigerClan who truly thought Gnarus could be a great help: Avaru, the leader. At the time that Gnarus was born, he was training his own young daughter, Brevi. But though she was a wise cat and good with diplomatic skills needed for a leader, Avaru knew that she needed a real fighter to stand by her side and help her defend her Clan. That was where Gnarus came in. Avaru began training the younger cub as well, forming an early mentor-and-apprentice bond. Yet Gnarus mainly agreed to being taught because he had never been allowed to fight before; there had been years of peace among the Great Clans, and all of the other TigerClan warriors chastised him for attacking them in camp. Gnarus practiced fighting with a ferocity that the leader had only seen in real battle. By the time he began to grow in a mane, Avaru was exhausted in a way he had never been before when he trained with Brevi and other cats. 

When there finally was a chance at a true battle for Gnarus, he began to notice something at Gatherings. He had never felt any love for the TigerClan females, having been yowled at by them when he was little. But now he felt drawn to the LionClan females. He knew he had lion blood in his veins, but even he was surprised when he felt himself not fighting at his best in his first battle, trying to take part of LionClan’s territory with the other TigerClan warriors. Then he felt anger boil inside of him when he saw Brevi attack a LionClan female. He leapt into the fight between the two she-cats and ended up killing Brevi, his own leader’s daughter. For the rest of the battle, he raged against the striped cats that had once been his Clanmates. Then he stood with the other LionClan warriors as they watched the TigerClan invaders head back to their camp, defeated. 

Gnarus felt no shame in him for betraying his birth Clan. Perhaps LionClan would be more accepting of him. And at first, he was right; despite knowing about Gnarus’s infamous temper and his parentage, the LionClan leader, Hetasha, welcomed the warrior into the Clan as a hero. Like Avaru, Hetasha saw Gnarus as an advantage for his Clan, and told his warriors to treat Gnarus with the upmost respect. While Gnarus got a few frowns and tail twitches for his rude behavior, the LionClan warriors accepted him as one of their own kind, lest he turn on them like he had with TigerClan. 

But then Gnarus began to notice something. He had mated with several she-cats in LionClan, including Taqua, the warrior who fought with Brevi in the battle, yet none of the females were expecting cubs. A few were growing impatient and finding other mates in the Clan; soon after they mated with other toms, they all were expecting cubs. It dawned on Gnarus that he could never be a father. No one is sure how this was such a big deal to him, seeing as he never tried to have relationships with other cats; perhaps he felt ashamed that there never have a son or daughter that would understand what it was like to be half-Clan. Whatever the case, he grew more aggressive than ever before, snarling at any cat who even tried to talk to him. 

Eventually, Hetasha tried to put a stop to Gnarus’s mysterious mood change.

“Gnarus, this is your Clan now,” the leader told him in private. “You must put your own troubles aside for the good of your Clan.”

Gnarus whipped around and shouted, “This is not my Clan! I don’t belong anywhere!” 

He then attacked Hetasha. The fight that ensued resulted in the death of Gnarus; even with his moons of experience, it took all of Hetasha’s strength to make the final bite to the neck. The LionClan leader suffered mortal wounds and died shortly afterward. 

The Clans chose to bury Gnarus carelessly in a field of stones in what is now TigerClan territory, a place that became the final rest for traitors, and where the cats in a much later time would later stay away from in fear of other creatures there. Hetasha rests in the territory that he called home, under the big sycamore in ShadowClan lands. There would be some time before it became the burnt tree it is today, but that is another tale.

Today, the cats of the Clans are all the same kind, and are different in much more subtle ways than the Great Cats. Still, it is shameful to a warrior and their Clan to mate and have kits with members of a different Clan. Both the parents and offspring question their loyalty to their birth Clan, resulting in warriors that cannot properly defend their leader or Clanmates and, in many cases, are a danger to them. 

Hetasha was honored by all the Great Clans and is still an honored warrior today. It is thought that he aids warriors in battle against foes that are seemingly impossible to defeat, just as he fought Gnarus.

Birth of the Modern Clans

Birth of the Modern Clans is a legend that explains the origins of the modern clans and how they came from the Great Clans.

Out of Character it was written by Kitsufox on 22 January 2009.

Birth of the Modern Clans

The final days of the Great Clans came when the Twolegs did. The Twolegs brought back horrible memories of the days when the hybrid beasts had chased the Great Clans from their original homes. Twolegs could kill the members of even TigerClan using their far-biting silver sticks, and did not listen when the cats of the Great Clans attempted to speak with them in an effort to make peace.

Desperate, the Leaders and Medicine Cats (for the Great Clans did not name Deputies or formally train a special apprentice for the Medicine Cat) banded together and went to Highstones. They decided they would try and seek help from StarClan. StarClan heard their appeal and bid them to go to Fourtrees on the night of the next full moon and bring the remnants of all of their clans.

When that day came it dawned foul and only grew worse as the time of the meeting drew near. There were very few cats left to gather at Fourtrees that night when the camps were left barren. They had not been there long when the first of the ancestors shimmered into being amongst the fog that loomed, the rain that fell, the wind that blew and the thunder that cracked. One of the shimmering StarClanners came to stand above all on the GreatRock and spoke out to all.

“A time of change is upon you all. Great Cats cannot survive in such a place and compete with the beasts that walk on Twolegs. A smaller and more agile cat, however, can. It shall be so. You shall be made into what you must become!” On the final word the storm suddenly gathered and swirled around the cats of TigerClan, LionClan, CheetahClan and JaguarClan while the cats of StarClan vanished into the gale.

Thunder struck and cats split. One became many.
Rain pummeled and cats split. One became many.
Wind whipped and cats split. One became many.
Shadows choked and cats split. One became many.

It did not take long for the gale to quiet. What had once been the dregs of the Great Clans was a mass of small cats. The StarClanners returned, flowing from the remnants of the breaking storm. The one who had spoken before rose again to stand before all on the GreatRock. The cats who had been the Leaders and Medicine Cats were now two cats each.

“You shall each continue to serve your clans as you have. Leaders alone before, now Leader and Deputy it shall always be!

TigerClanner! Split by Thunder!
You shall be Thunderstar and Lightningclaw of ThunderClan!

JaguarClanner! Split by Rains!
You shall be Riverstar and Ragingrapids of RiverClan!

CheetahClanner! Split by Winds!
You shall be Windstar and Swiftstrike of WindClan!

LionClanner! Split by Shadows!
You shall be Shadowstar and Shadedfur of ShadowClan!

You will gather the cats split by the force that founds your clan. You will take them to your old homes and rebuild your lives. The Twolegs will never be able to exterminate a cat too small for them to track, too swift for them to catch, and too clever for them to match wits with. Leaders, you shall name the cats of your new clans, and we shall see and support. From here on out you will always have a Deputy, to lead the clan when you cannot.

Medicine Cats! The time has come. You, too, shall have a cat to succeed you. You will train this cat as an apprentice and knowledge will no longer be lost.

LionClanner! Split by Thunder!
You shall be Farsight. Goldpaw shall follow in your pawsteps!
Go forth and heal ThunderClan!

CheetahClanner! Split by Rains!
You shall be Treeclimber. Mintpaw shall follow in your pawsteps!
Go forth and heal RiverClan!

TigerClanner! Split by Winds!
You shall be Galeclaw. Stormpaw shall follow in your pawsteps!
Go forth and heal WindClan!

JaguarClanner! Split by Shadows!
You shall be Quickstep. Snowpaw shall follow in your pawsteps!
Go forth and heal ShadowClan!”

And then, with the storm gone and the skies clear, the cats of StarClan melted away and left the new clans to gather together and split up into their homes. They began to work to establish their territories and find a balance. The four Clans of modern times were born from the remnants of the Great Clans.

Four Clans and Four Trees

Four Clans and Four Trees is a tale concocted to explain why the clans live where they do. It was originally told by Gingertail to a group of wide-eyed ThunderClan kits.

Out of character, it was created by Kitsufox on 26 September 2006.

Four Clans & Four Trees

Long ago in the days of the great clans lived two cats who belonged to LionClan. The tom was called Cynelic and was tawny with long, dark hair on his neck and around his head. The she-cat was called Cwen, and she was large and golden like Cynelic but lacked the rough of hair the tom had.

Legends say that these two cats were the Leader and Medicine Cat of LionClan. For many seasons the story tells of a coming of beasts with spotted pelts that looked very strange. Their necks were long and strong, but the ears small and round. The forelegs were longer than the hind and they had little more than a stump for a tail. These beasts, however, traveled in a great tribe and possessed a ferocious bite that they used to drive LionClan from the lands they lived in then.

Cynelic led LionClan to a place not too far away that was the safest he could find quickly. Once they managed to get settled, Cwen went forth to seek answers. Lost to us are the ancestors the Great Clans looked to, but they came to her and told her to travel towards the Moon for the three days that proceeded its half-full state. She did as they asked, and found herself in a place where a tiny tunnel drew her attention.

She squeezed down, feeling that this was the place she was meant to come to. The cave she found was dominated by the stone that came to be called the Moonstone. By it she laid in exhaustion next to the stone, where she dozed. When she next opened her eyes it was to the gleam of the moon in the cave and the full power of the Moonstone. She was visited again by the ancestors who led StarClan in those days, who told her to bring the Medicine Cats of all the other Great Clans to this place by the time the moon was growing full again, and they would tell how the savage and forbidden crossbreed of dog, cat and bear could be banished from their homelands.

Once again, she did as she was bidden. Cwen journeyed back to where LionClan had moved, and then back to where they had originally lived. She found and told the Medicine Cats of all the Clans. Though they fought the idea, the night after she came to each, the ancestors sent their call, and they gathered at LionClan’s new place to prepare for the journey.

Agile and spotted was Prica of JaguarClan. Swift and graceful was Hraed of CheetahClan. Fierce and Powerful was Reoc of TigerClan. The four traveled together and arrived at the tunnel Cwen had found the day of the Half-Moon. This was the first of what would grow to be the Tradition of the Medicine Cats to meet at the Half-moon to honor and share-tongues with StarClan.

Cwen, Prica, and Hraed all were able to pass through the tunnel, but at a glance savage Reoc knew he would not fit. In his anger he attacked the rocks that surrounded the tunnel, and tore at it like a monster. It did not take him long to tear a great hole into the ground and open the tunnel into a great cave. It was by Reoc’s claws that Highstones and Mothermouth were born. When the four descended, the ancestors spoke again, this time instructing them to bring delegations from each Clan, to a place they must find together, near the stone they currently gathered around.

The leaders of the Great Clans selected the strongest of their warriors, for the sacrilegious beasts had begun to invade all the clans. They followed the visions of the Medicine Cats to a place where four great oaks grew, and the first gathering commenced at the appointed time in the first Truce the full moon had ever seen. The ancestors visited again, one of the rare visits they make in which they are not bound to the Moonstone, but instead to the some great cause that the earthbound cats still need guidance for.

Instead of fighting the beasts, the Clans were told to move, to gather and honor the Truce in the land between the four trees every full moon. It was said that outsiders, beasts and monsters would never be permitted to destroy the four clans so long as the Truce was honored and the Medicine Cats stayed true to the tasks that were set to them.

Ishaq and Mitternacht

Ishaq and Mitternacht, originally titled The Cat Who Walked Alone, is a legend about Ishaq and Mitternacht, two cats of StarClan who walk the earth when great change is afoot.

Out of character, it was created by Silith, one of the CoSC Founders, on 29 December 2005.
It was edited at length by Kitsufox, another of the founders, on 9 December 2008.
It was edited again by Kitsufox on 29 December 2009 to improve the relationship of the story to other historical works.

Ishaq and Mitternacht

Shortly after the days when the Great Clans became the clans we live in today two cats arrived at Fourtrees during one of those early, tense gatherings when cats were first beginning to understand this new way of life and the new bodies StarClan had given them to escape from the Twolegs in. They called themselves Ishaq and Mitternacht. Ishaq was a wondrous silver cat, marked in daubs of gray like shadows. His movements, even in life, were as silent as an owl’s flight. Mitternacht, his mate, was a spry she-cat with a midnight coat of lusterless black and a pair of chilled glittering gold eyes.

These two strangers told a tale of how they had come from a place deep in the mountains where snow lived year round. These two said that they had been visited by four cats: One slim, spotted and swift. The second huge, fierce and striped. The third had been Sleek, Powerful, and spotted. The final one had be muscular, tawny and adorned with a mane. They said that they had been sent and told by these 4 cats, one a night for four consecutive nights, that they should come forth and would meet the cats who had once been the four spirits clanmates.

Ishaq and Mitternacht were sent away by Thunderstar, Windstar, Shadowstar, and Riverstar. The four leaders had talked and decided that these two cats could not possibly be what they said they were. Ishaq’s green eyes narrowed and he sighed heavily. He told them “I’m sorry you don’t believe, but the great cats that came to us said you would doubt. When you decide you believe send your deputies to the place where the sun goes to drown.” and then he left, his dark furred companion walking with. The cats who had been at the gathering muttered, telling stories about the cats who had never been proper great cats trying to lie and find ways to join clans and live as cats were meant to.

In the moon that came to pass following the gathering in which they had turned away Ishaq and Mitternacht the dreams started. A great striped tiger came to Thunderstar and told them “You have turned your back on the cats we have chosen to bring you the way to be a warrior”. A lean cheetah came to Windstar and told them “You have turned away from the cats we have chosen to teach you the way to live your life”. A sleek jaguar came to Riverstar and told them “You have cast away the cats we have chosen to show you the path to StarClan”. A majestic lion came to Shadowstar and told them “You have sent away the cats we have chosen to show you the way your new clans will survive.”

In shocked desperation the four leaders met at Highstones and while they were there the four great cats came again. They spoke in turns, telling the four leaders that a code for all cats of the clans would come to be, and it would begin through Ishaq and Mitternacht who were chosen for their pure spirits and their neutrality. They explained that they were born of the cats who had lived here long ago, a tribe of mighty Leopards whose kind had dispersed into the world because they had lacked the law to be held together. With this message firmly planted the leaders returned to their four clans and then sent forth their deputies to find the place Ishaq had bid them find. They were gone for a full moon, and returned fittingly to a gathering, bringing with them the verses of the first of the codes that would in later generations be joined by more explicit instructions for Mentors, Leaders and Medicine Cats.

To this day Ishaq and Mitternacht still return to the places of the clans. Their appearances are never casual and merely the sight of either of them can be a sigh of things to come. Warmhearted Ishaq’s friendly voice tends to speak of great wisdom, but never without a twist and a riddle to veil it. He alone is the herald of a great event for the one he has seen fit to visit. Mitternacht’s drifting eyes and dark words warn of strife. When the pair appears together it is a signal of great change. The pair does not walk the earthly realms lightly, alone or together, and serve to mark the greatest and most substantial of events.

Reoc’s Daughter

Reoc’s Daughter tells the tale of why Medicine Cats must never mate, and should instead consider the clan their children.

Out of Character it was written 15 March 2020 by Kitsufox.

Reoc’s Daughter

Reoc’s daughter was named Satie. Satie became a Medicine Cat at a very young age, but was gifted with a natural head for herbs and a talent for understanding the Omens set before her. At first it seemed as though she would have only her calling as a Medicine Cat to her name. That was until she began to grow closer to one of her clanmates. Edan was considered a handsome tiger, tawny orange with darker orange stripes, while Satie was a rich, dark orange with vivid black stripes. The two bonded when Edan was injured in a hunt, gored by one of the giant deer TigerClan took such pride in hunting.

Satie cared for Edan as she did every member of TigerClan that needed help. While Edan healed, however, Satie faltered in her call. It was not known then, how dangerous it was for a Medicine Cat to mate and bear kits. Edan sired a kit for Satie, who was over the moon when the day finally came that her little one was born. She named her son Kehar, and raised him while trying to keep up with the duties of Medicine Cat. She was hard pressed, but managed until Kehar was finally of an age to be apprenticed.

Satie worried herself to distraction the first day that Kehar was out training with his Mentor, Talise. This was the first sign of the problems of a Medicine Cat having the special bond of parent to child causing a problem and disrupting the call to be a Medicine Cat. She failed to give proper attention to that day’s patients, and while the matter became better over time, as Talise trained Kehar, a day of disaster came to pass.

Talise and Kehar, to defend TigerClan territory, were forced paw to paw with a dangerous Monster from the Thunderpath. It was only for the noise that anyone knew the attack had happened. Satie and some of the TigerClan Warriors ran to the source of the sounds. When they arrived both Talise and Kehar lay injured on the ground. Instead of learning to see who had the most pressing injuries, Satie ignored Talise completely and rushed to Kehar’s side. Her son was not so badly injured that he would not live, but still Satie insisted that he receive treatment first. By the time she turned to look at Talise it was far too late and the tom had died.

Satie closed her eyes only a moment before turning back to her son.

But then, appearing between them was the shadowy, ethereal form of Talise, whose corpse still lay on the ground behind her when she looked. Slowly, Medicine Cats of the past began to appear, joining with the spirit of Talise, each saying that this death was not necessary. When a massive crowd of spirit cats had gathered, Talise’s spirit finally spoke. “A Medicine Cat cannot have distractions, cannot put one member of the clan before another. You have failed and it has cost the clan a Warrior and a Medicine Cat.”

The crowd of gathered Medicine Cat Spirits took up the cry: “You have failed and it has cost TigerClan a Warrior and a Medicine Cat!”

“But I’m still a Medicine Cat!” Satie cried out, a yowl is protest in her voice.

“No.” Talise’s voice boomed. “When you put your son before your duty you failed your calling. You are no Medicine Cat!”

The crowd of gathered Medicine Cat Spirits took up the cry: “You are no Medicine Cat!”

Talise spoke again, “No Medicine Cat will take this risk again, so that no other dies as I did. Medicine Cats will be bound to their calling from now on. Clans suffer when Medicine Cats fail, it is a risk that cannot be taken again, though cats before have managed.”

The crowd of gathered Medicine Cat Spirits took up the cry: “It is a risk that cannot be taken again!”

And that is how it came to pass that StarClan does not permit a Medicine Cat to mate.

The Markedkit Prophecy

The Markedkit Prophecy tells the tale of how a prophesied kit ended a 5 years long war that had ravaged the forest.

Out of character it was written by Kitsufox on 31 March 2022.

The Markedkit Prophecy

The four Clans had been entangled in a war that had been raging for as long as even the oldest amongst them had been alive. The war had lasted so long that no-one even remembered how it had started, only that many had died.

It was during a leaf-bare truce when the kit StarClan had promised was born. The cream ticked tabby she-kit lay in the ThunderClan nursery alongside her gray ticked tabby brother as the Leader of the Clan looked on and was left with the responsibility for what to do about the little golden kitten with the star marked chest.

ThunderClan’s leader, Bloodstar, glowed with pride. Not only was the prophesied kit in his clan, she was his daughter! He knew the first order of business was to inform the other clans of the birth of the one he named Markedkit. Of course the rest of the leaders doubted when they heard, so arrangements were made for the Medicine Cats of RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan1 to come see the kit for themselves.

When the time came for the Medicine Cats to gather near ThunderClan camp the kit was presented to them. None of the gathered medicine cats could deny what they saw: A perfect star marked the chest of the little she-kit. Despite this, when the time of the next gathering came it was RiverClan’s Ashstar2 who made the demand that led to the fight starting. He wanted the marked one to be raised in turns by the four clans, so that she could be shared and bring peace instead of being a ThunderClan Warrior.

Bloodstar refused by leaping onto Ashstar, yowling and scratching. The fight that broke out turned StarClan from the gathering. But for ThunderClan things were worse: The Medicine Cat Tangleheart had attacked Bloodstar in an attempt to stop him. He called on the eyes of StarClan to rename her Stoneheart and cast her from ThunderClan that night, right at Fourtrees.

After the fight at Fourtrees ThunderClan suffered without a Medicine Cat. Bloodstar lost a life to infection from the wounds left by Ashstar. It was only through the loyalty of Medicine Cats to preserving all the clans that Crestedback, Medicine Cat of ShadowClan, came to ThunderClan to train an apprentice4 for them3. Crestedback also served ThunderClan as healer and prevented many deaths through his kindness.

But the question remained of what would happen with the Markedkit and how she would bring lasting peace to the clans. The Leaf-bare truce stretched tenuously into spring, holding the war at bay. At gatherings the other leaders continued to push Bloodstar for more access to the Markedkit, for how could she bring peace if she didn’t know all the clans.

Because of this, when the Markedkit was barely four moons old, Bloodstar relented and brought her with to the gathering despite her mother’s5 anger that the very idea. Markedkit was fascinated by the gathering and the other Clan’s leaders were eggar for the opportunity to bond the kit closer to their clans. That was not to be, however.

Instead the happy gathering was disrupted when a little monster came tearing around fourtrees. In a desperate move Bloodstar attacked and the creature, with a Twoleg on its back, batted the red-furred leader aside as if he was nothing. In the chaos, Markedkit became separated from her family, running to check on her father. The Twoleg captured her and carried her away on the monster. After they were gone, Bloodstar jerked back into his body returned by StarClan to the news of the Markedkit’s abduction at the paws of the Twoleg.

Dejected, all four clans returned to their own territories.

Stormkit, the brother of the Markedkit, was especially upset at the news of what happened to his sister. He gathered several of the other young kits and apprentices and together they crept out of camp that night. Little did they know that in the faraway camps of RiverClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan6 the same was happening. Stormkit and his group of young heroes were guided together by StarClan’s own luck that night.

They were even luckier to meet a gold eyed kittypet who called himself Ambergaze. Ambergaze was able to lead the cadre of young heroes to the Twoleg nest he lived in.

There, trapped inside, was Markedkit!

It took the group of young cats longer than they would have liked to break her out of the Twoleg nest, but they managed to find and enlarge a small hole at one of the entrances with teeth and claws. Soon the entire group of them was off into the night.

Little did the young heroes know, however, that their disappearances did not go unnoticed at home. Patrols were out tracking them. They were shocked when they were met in the Twoleg trees of ThunderClan territory by patrols from each of the four clans. Kits and apprentices were scolded and congratulated in the same breath.

That night everyone returned to their proper territories and camps, leaving the New-leaf night peaceful. It wasn’t long after that when the four leaders came together and made lasting peace. They agreed to place the borders where they are to this day, and made promises to end the war. There would be no more attacks on camps, no more trespassing, and (with StarClan’s blessing) no more deaths in battle.

By the time it came for Markedkit and Stormkit to be apprenticed after the peace was made that ended the Great War the star mark on her chest was already fading. The two kits grew up into fine Warriors named Hopestorm7 and Fiercestorm8.

Footnotes

  1. The Medicine Cats of the four clans at the time were Tangleheart of ThunderClan, Thornpelt of WindClan, Seafur of RiverClan, and Creastedback of ShadowClan.
  2. In addition to Bloodstar of ThunderClan and Ashstar of RiverClan, the other clans were led by Whitestar of ShadowClan and Doublestar of WindClan.
  3. Technically, he came out of retirement to do this. He had handed ShadowClan over to his apprentice Sagepelt by this time.
  4. The apprentice was named Bigpaw. Bigpaw grew up to be called Sixclaw.
  5. The Markedkit and her brother Stormkit had been adopted by Cottonwhisker, a loyal warrior of ThunderClan.
  6. Unfortunately, the names of the other clans heroes are missing from the story and lost to time.
  7. Hopestorm ultimately served her clan as Deputy, but never became leader. She retired to let a younger cat take the role.
  8. Fiercestorm ultimately became Fiercestar and served his clan as Leader. His sister was his deputy until later in his reign.

Legends

The following stories have been accepted as a part of the official legendary history by the game staff.

If you wish to create a new legend and have it accepted, follow the instructions in the Creation Zone.
If the staff accepts the legend a link will be provided here and the tale will be added to the History list.

In approximate order of occurrence, from longest ago to most recent

Four Clans and Four Trees by Kitsufox

A tale that explains why the clans live where they do.

The River by Willow

A legend about the creation of the river that courses between the territories of ThunderClan, RiverClan and WindClan.

A Paw In Each World By Wildlark

A legend that explains why crossbreeding in the modern Clans is looked down upon, even thought as traitorous.

Reoc’s Daughter By Kitsufox

The legend that explains why a Medicine Cat must never mate.

Birth of the Modern Clans by Kitsufox

A tale about the moment when the modern clans came to be and several important clan traditions game into being.

Ishaq and Mitternacht Originally by Silith, Rewritten by Kitsufox

A legend about Ishaq and Mitternacht, two cats of StarClan who walk the earth when great change is afoot.

The Markedkit Prophecy by Kitsufox

The legend of the Great War’s end, as brought about by a star-marked kit.

The River

The River is a legend about the creation of the river that courses between the territories of ThunderClan, RiverClan and WindClan. It features Cwen, Reoc, Prica and Hraed of the Great Clans. In character, it was first told by Silverdust to Cloverkit, to distract her of Roottail’s passing.

Out of character, it was written by Willow.

The River

Many moons ago, when the Great Clans settled on the forest, they were told to honor their truce at Fourtrees. Doing as they had been told, the Clans prospered for a while, prey was plenty, and new kits grew on the forest. Unfortunately, their bliss did not last for long. The Clans faced a long summer – with no sign of rain, prey disappeared, plants died, fires spread through the camps. Kits went hungry when their Queens’ milk dried; overall, the Clans were as hungry as in the heart of winter. Even the great Fourtrees oaks had their leaves turning a dull brown, not of Leaf-fall, but of thirst.

In desperation, the medicine cats gathered by the Moonstone. They called for help from their ancestors, but to no avail. Instead of the soothing voices of their forbearers, their dreaming minds were filled with the kits’ hungry wails, mingling with the crackling of burning trees. Their ancestors could not help them on this matter.

It was a group of dismayed cats that left Mothermouth that night. Even Cwen, who had led the Great Clans to their new home, felt overwhelmed by their situation. Hraed mirrored her mood, but Reoc walked as high and proud as he ever did. It was Prica who looked around, scanning the surroundings, and remembered Reoc’s tearing at the ground. From Reoc’s claws Mothermouth and Highstones had been born – he could do something like that again. Water welled up from the depths, did it not? Excitedly, she explained her idea to the rest of the medicine cats. They could dig until they found water, and thus bring life back to the forest.

Her idea was soon accepted by the group, and the next morning a delegation of cats from all Clans gathered west of Fourtrees. Led by Prica, they started digging. Reoc was the most powerful of them all, and with each clawing he tore up a shower of dirt. Another group of cats piled the dug-out earth north from the digging area. Soon there was a hill shadowing the dug valley.

Day and night the Clans dug, and even Prica was starting to doubt the effectiveness of her plan when Cynelic, the leader of LionClan, tore savagely at the earth, on a desperate effort. Water burst forth – water! The cats scrambled up the northern hill, watching in wonder as that marvelous water rushed down the valley, flooding everything on its wake.

On a few days, life returned to the forest. The exhausted cats soon had their much deserved rest; prey came back, and life resumed its natural cycle. But as long as they live here, the clan cats will never forget how SilverFall Gorge and the forest’s river came to life.