A while back, the Clans realized they had a heckton of cats and decided to send a group to create a new Clan. BloomClan was formed, under the hope that this would create a blossoming new future for the Clans, where they spread their influence around the world. Eventually a chunk of cats split away from BloomClan. They believed that since they were the new Clans, they didn't have to do everything the same way the old Clans did. CreekClan made its home in a valley a little ways away from BloomClan, made its new rules, and the two have a tense state of peace. However, then something happened. A messenger came back from the original Clans, saying that they'd been destroyed. He had no other words for what'd happened, as the cat he'd spoken to had died before finishing their story. The cats of the New Clans are now in a state of fearful unease - because whatever destroyed the Old Clans is probably coming back for them. [ There was, formerly, a rank of messenger who would make the long journey once a moon to the Old Clans to communicate. However, the rank has been dissolved because of the Old Clans' destruction. ]
