All was well, until one day StarClan made it's presence larger than life and stamped out the majority of the Clans. It ruined the state of Earth, and set upon it an enslaving species to dominate the world the cats knew. Twolegs. They came and put up their mamoth dens that spewed smoke and warmpth even in the depths of noleaf. They wore no fur, only strange skin, and eventually cats began to dissapear from Clans. Kits would turn up missing in the night. The Queens were beside themselves and the Warriors were more angry then ever. One night, some brave warriors from LionClan followed the nappers as they stole from camp. They watched in horror as their kits were taken into the large dens and neer seen again. When they reported this to the rest of LionClan, the Leader of the time, a large male by the name of Proudstar, decided it was time to retreat.

The population was so reduced by now that TigerClan, LionClan, and LepardClan banded together to escape these new beings that had so decimated their home. They slipped into the forest and gathered at a large clump of trees, now known as FourTrees, and spoke for the last time in peace. The Leaders quarrled and went on their own ways. Proudstar, Leader of TigerClan, went west to the river, taking any who would follow. Fieldstar, the dominant she-cat Leader of LionClan, took any who would follow east to the marshes where she set up camp. Thornstar, the LepardClan Leader known for his temper, took his followers north to the fields. A quarter of the cats were left, however, standing behind a she-cat Warrior caled Cinderpelt. She took her followers in the only direction left to go. South, to the forests.

The camps, now said to be in balance with nature and StarClan because of the quadrants rather than the threesome, was able to replentish and more kits were born. They eventually became Warriors who became Leaders and so on. Because of the newly restricted space, over generations the cats began to shrink in size as they adapted, each generation a bit smaller than the last. Because of the splitting of groups, the breeds merged, each breed becoming mottled into one common one with many variations on size, eye color and coat dye. The cats perfected their fighting techniques and life went on. It was peaceful, the Clans only interacting durning a battle or during a Gathering. But then custom was violated again and Brokenstar was born to ShadowClan. He usurped power, killing his father and ignoring the Warrior's code. It was chaos.

Eventually he was blinded and put in his place, but not before the Great War could occur and the damage had been done. Now the Great War is over and the Clans are rebuilding. It is a time of peace again.