Shattered.

[✖ Ilyich]

Our world has shattered. What we looked to and dreamed for is gone now, fallen beneath the tidal flow of blood. Tigerstar's arrogance brought them to us. It destroyed him, and now the crimson clawed have destroyed us as well. Firestar died in much the same way that his enemy was vanquished, and in those ensuing hours our brave warriors broke and fell one by one. Through valiant efforts from all the clans some managed to escape, scattering to collect all the family they could. What remained of the old life huddled in the dawn light atop mothermouth. It was the Thunderclan warrior Sandstorm that beat bake her grief and took the lead.

Clans merging into one beast we tailed after the courageous she-cat moving into the rising sun. Into the grasses east of Windclan. For days we wandered, tired and weak as we limped onward. Starclan would not speak with us, nor our single surviving medicine cat, Littlecloud. It was in this state that we found the tribe, swimming through their grass sea. Kind; these cats were. They took us in for almost a moon, helping our young and injured. With our leaders our elders and so many of the others gone we took the time to heal and mourn.

Now a moon defeated we have taken territory outside our friend's borders, along with the title of Lionclan. Oh but how we all long for vengeance and our old homes. Even as the now singular clan grows tighter knit the tensions rise. When will we attack Bloodclan? When will we see our territories once more? Soon, come the answers. When Lionclan is strong and our apprentices trained we will attack. Scourge will rue the day he stole from Lionclan. He will pay for it with the death of his body and all those whom try to protect him.