꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷ This is the starting story of City of Ghosts! Sit back, relax, and enjoy this piece of lore! ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷ Long ago, there lived four clans, Thunderclan, Riverclan, Windclan, and Shadowclan. Though these cats had their battles and problems, they all lived relatively peacefully in their secluded forest. That is, until one day, the two-legs moved in. At first, it was all right. The two-legged, awkward creatures were always around, measuring things with sticks and roaring by with their monsters, but that all changed the day the clans began to smell smoke. It seemed to be coming from a large, metal den on the left side of the forest, and as the moon went on, it began to fill the forest with the smell of smoke, and a sense of uncleanliness. The plants and animals that the clans survived off began to die off, and there was talk of traveling away. But, Thunderclan and Shadowclan argued that they needed to stand their ground. So, they stayed. Until the forest went up in flames. It had been in the middle of Moonhigh when the clans scrambled to escape the hungry heat, sprinting as fast as their paws could take them. Somehow, maybe by the miraculous will of Starclan, they all stayed together. But, it was obvious they couldn't stay here. So, their hand was forced, and the clans began their trek to find a new home. Though it was a long, hard journey, the clans were excited at the prospect of a new home. Many kits stayed up late, bouncing around excitedly, discussing what their new home might be like. "I bet it'll have a waterfall...or two!" "It's gonna be huge, and-and green!" "It'll be so great! I just can't wait!" But as time went on, the clans began to realize something. Their new home might just be as good as they had thought. Every time they thought they had found a place, two-legs are there, with their sickness, and their monsters, and their large metal dens. The clans began to lose hope. Had Starclan condemned them to forever being without a home? And then, one day, the clans stumbled on something. Yes, there was a certain...sickness, and yes, there was the same large, metal dens, but there were no two-legs in this new land. Or, monsters. So, the clans went down to investigate, and found something that....could be a place to live. There were four large areas, and though they were not the most ideal, they had the resources to support the clans. And, there was even a small park in the middle of this....city, where the clans could host gatherings. And so, one night, all four leaders of Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, and Riverclan got together to discuss what they were going to do. All of the cats were tired, and they just wanted to find a home. And though the environment wasn't the best, this is where they chose to stay. The clans took to the four different territories, the Junkyard, the Construction Site, the Warehouse and Port District, and the Alleyways. But they all agreed that their old clan names brought back too harsh of memories, and that they didn't represent the clans well enough anymore. So. They became Clutterclan, Steelclan, Harborclan, and Snicketclan. And the land they chose became known as the City of Ghosts. ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷
