Once, there were 4 Clans. Thunder, Shadow, Wind, and River. A fire swept the land, leaving only 4 kits. Left to fend in the ashes of the forest, they grew into magnificent clans. One, adopting 2 kits, and creating a line of beautiful golden colored cats. Two, ruling different clans, yet growing to be mates. And then then the ones lurking in the shadows. Strong cats, whom can swim gracefully. Stealing kits, food, and herbs. What will happen now? A sudden fire? A betrayal of clans? A clash of war?