In a time of peace, when all memory of war has been erased, is when the wisest may know tragedy lies in wait.
Their lives were restful; saturated with sunlight and plentiful prey. The Clans ignored each of the others, for the most part, and there hadn't been a skirmish or quarrel within memory of any but the eldest of cats. Peace hung tranquilly over the forest, and for once, it seemed as though it would remain this way forever. But it was then that the stranger came.

Blood shall be shed. The stars will fall from the sky, and darkness shall sweep over the land...
With him came famine and misfortune. The prey that sustained the Clans no longer was to be found. Corpses of dead animals poisoned the waters of the streams and rivers, and plague swept across the land.

Only in darkness may we dream; dream of what good we may do to drive this scourge from our lands....
The fate of the Forest lies in your paws.