"Tell us a story! Tell us a story!" a mottled spotted grey kit begged, hopping around the den with his sister. "Alright, alright.." Firewhisker meowed, a purr edging her mew. "I shall tell you the story of LightningClan. The story.. of us." The kits settled down, curling themselves up in the fluffy chest fur of the ginger tabby elder. "In a very far away place, four Clans dominate the land. Long ago, Mudstar, a foolish cat, led one of the four clans, ThunderClan. A small group of cats thought Mudstar wasn't properly leading their clan, and they expected other cats felt the same, so they announced to the clan that Mudstar was a foolish cat, who had no right to lead their clan, and that they should force him to renounce his leadership. They had overestimated the support they had, and Mudstar drove them from the clan." The small white kit nestled into Firewhisker's chest fur winced. "What is it, Shiverkit?" the elder asked. "I don't like this part.." the she-kit admitted. "Imagine getting kicked out of your clan..! You'd be all alone.." Her brother interuppted her. "They weren't all alone! They had each other!" Fishkit protested. Firewhisker purrs, "True, Fishkit, but it was still scary. They had no clan." Fishkit shrugs and tucks his muzzle under his tail, ready for the rest of the story. His sister lays her head on him. "A few days later, the banished cats showed up at the full moon gathering, and announced that StarClan had approved one of them, Dashflight, to be leader of a new clan. LightningClan. They invited any cats who felt unwelcome among their own clans to join them in their search for territory of their own. Most cats thought the founders of LightningClan were crazy, but a few from the three other clans thought they spoke sense, and seeking a new start, the group set off, searching for a home." "So brave..!" Shiverkit whispered. Firewhisker nodded, "But foolish as well. They shouldn't have challenged their former leader in the first place. The group travelled for moons. Eventually, when they had come to the conclusion that they would never find a home, they came across this Twoleg-Place. They stopped for the night and nearly collapsed with exhaustion. When they awoke, they began to search for prey. They came across a Twoleg building, that we now as the Grain-Raiser. A few cats lived there, but they were happy to share the prey that came to eat the grains that were scattered around. Once they had hunted and eaten their fill, the cats explored. They talked to cats in the area. After they'd been there for around a moon, they all decided to stay. The clan grew.. and eventually, many, many moons later.. we came to where we are now." Firewhisker expected the usual outbursts of excitement, but when she looked at the kits, they were asleep. She sighed and drew them closer to her, curling her tail around them.
