History of the clan.
"It was a fire that turned us from Willowclan to Emberclan. Starclan warned us we would need to start new. Nobody thought it to be so new..." A black and white starclan she-cat said to a group of kits that sat before her, "The fire destroyed us, it had raged through the territory like a rabbit desperate to escape the impending claws. There had been no way to stop the flames that licked at our pelts as we ran." she said as she turned her head to her pelt which was now back to being black and white though still held the scars of the flames. She hated retelling the story, but it was right for the kits to know the history of their clan from someone who had experienced it all. "The smoke was just as bad, if not worse. We were practically choking on it." She said, returning her gaze to the kits. "If Emberstar had not led the small group across the river, on the northern border, we would have not survived. We would have perished as our clan-mates did. " She said, pausing for a moment. "Our medicine-cats, the deputy... We were in turmoil. Only a few made it across. One senior warrior made it across the river. Two warriors, Three apprentices, myself included, One elder, a queens and three kits. " She continued, throwing a look to each kit as she named off the survivors ranks. "We waited a day but no others arrived. Emberstar joined starclan in the wait." She said before looking over to her old clan mates who'd made it to Starclan so much quicker than she. Within the time of the great fire. "It was hard, after the fire, to adapt to our now burned and ruined territory. Still there are parts that are scorched, three generations later and the land still remains scarred... If Lionpelt hadn't stepped up as leader we surely would have died. Though we did loose a couple of the few survivors a few more were found, alive. We managed to hold on and grow to be a bigger clan, a clan that is now thriving." She said, looking down at once was her old clan. Willowclan. "It was a fire that turned us from Willowclan to Emberclan. If it weren't for the fire, and Emberstars death... The clan never would have had to start over." The black and white she-cat said as she looked over to Emberstar. "There were no willows left, it only seemed right. Starclan had warned us. We would rise from the ashes and become greater, though the fight wouldn't be over for some time." Something big is in store for the clan soon, though it isn't yet time for the warning. There is no need to bring it up to these kits. She thought before shaking her head ever so slightly, the black and white she-cat continued with her story- a newer more recent one. "There was a time, not long after the fire when a large group of cats came to the territory- nobody was sure what they wanted, the land had only just begun to grow back to its former glory... They attacked and killed a lot of the members. The great battle, it was called. It ended the life of the deputy, some apprentices, quite a few warriors- it was almost as bad as the fire. The cats today still feel the pain of that, because of their losses." She added, looking over to those lost cats. The ones who weren't as faded as she was.