Plot

[Bilbo]

Humans haven't walked the earth in almost a century. Due to their destructive treatment of the land and their god-like self images, their world began to fight back. At first the changes weren't too drastic, simply slight changes in the weather over the years, something they attributed to 'global warming.' Oh but if only they knew just how bad it would get for them... Earthquakes rocked the planet; completely changing how the land looked. Houses were swallowed into sink holes, roads crumbled under the way of mudslides and avalanches, bridges broke off and were swallowed by the raging water that rolled beneath them. Animals took shelter wherever they could and were able to avoid as much of the elements as they could, but humans were not nearly as prepared. Slowly their numbers began to dwindle until, finally, they couldn't adapt quick enough to the changes in their world and they all perished. A few cats from a Tribe long ago managed to survive, but not without devastating loss. The cave they had been staying in was in absolutely terrible condition, walls were crumbling, pieces breaking down around them at random intervals. They knew that it was time for them to move on and start a new life. The weather had calmed down significantly; now the storms were rather seasonal and one could predict what season they would have to worry about take extra precautions. Everything was, comparatively speaking, good.

The leader of their small band was named Walker of the Falling Star. He brought them out of their cave and lead them across many miles of broken and desolate land. Their first sign of sanctuary was in the form of a great mountain that rose from the land like a beacon, egging them on and giving them hope to reach their destination. They had hopes of rebuilding, despite all the differences in opinions among their group. Some wanted to go a different direction - they had a chance at a new life under new rules and wanted to grasp at it and hold it close. It was, they felt, their time to be in charge and decide the life they wanted to lead. 

But Walker of the Falling Star felt like they should preserve the ways of old, the ways they grew up with. Or at least maintain some semblance of it. He tried to keep the band together in order to rebuild together and reform the tribe with any other cats they met, but that all fell apart after they found The Cave (now home of the Tribe). 

Soon after settling in to what was their new safe haven arguments began to erupt at an alarming rate. Walker of the Falling Star was trying to organize the cats in their ways of old, causing the others who were hoping for a new beginning to protest. Eventually this caused cats to start leaving the cave to find their own homes, including one particularly strong willed male named Foot of the Quick Rat. He absolutely despised the way that Walker was trying to run things and refused to work underneath another. He wanted to have a group of cats who respected and feared him, who treated him as their superior. So he left. He changed his name to Ratfang - feeling that it was more imposing and much easier to say than his old name. He traveled many miles, meeting a few other cats who lost their home from the terrible weather, and together they formed RatClan. 

Similar situations happened to form the other two clans, though those were much less opposed to the way of the Tribe and kept many similarities between the two. Simply dropping the long and elaborate names for the ones brought on by Ratfang and his followers. And thus the territory was split into four - each Clan having their own, rather large, swath of territory with plenty of space not only in between each other, but also around too. 

Long after Ratfang and Walker of the Falling Star met their ends the two groups began trading not only kits, but also she-cats in order to further strengthen their ranks. The other two groups refused to take part in this act, claiming that it wasn't their place to use cats' lives to their will. And so a shaky alliance was formed between Rushing Water and Soaring Birds. Many moons have passed and not much has changed for the cats save the names remembered and the cats alive today. None remember how things were as almost 100 years have passed. So here we are today.