These Clans live where four biomes meet. Desert, sea, jungle, and mountains. LavaClan settled deep in the desert, FernClan lives in the jungle, OceanClan lives near the sea, while StormClan lives in the mountains. Every Clan has equal territory, and every Clan has adapted to their own territory, helping to prevent border skirmishes. Each Clan has its own special skills. LavaClan has wide pads to help them walk on the sand, OceanClan has webbed paws to help them swim, FernClan has long tails to help them balance on branches and tough claws to help them climb, and StormClan has hard pads to walk on stone and powerful back legs to leap and scale the mountainside. They all eat different foods as well. OceanClan eats fish and crustaceans, StormClan eats large birds and mountain rodents, FernClan eats rodents and small birds, and LavaClan eats insects and other small desert dwelling creatures.
Chapter One: Blossomshine, a red she-cat with white spots and amber eyes sat in the medicine cats den. “Forestleaf, really! I’m fine!” Blossomshine protested while Forestleaf, a grey she-cat with black stripes and black eyes checked her over and over. “No, you aren’t. That was a big fall you took,” Forestleaf mewed. “Your mother will be worried.” Blossomshine looked at her. She groaned. Blossomshine batted Forestleaf away with her paws, running out into the scattered rays of sunshine in the jungle. She headed towards the leader’s den. “Mom?” She called. A head poked out from the den. “Yes, Blossomshine?” The she-cat called. The she-cat was Birchstar, the leader of FernClan. She had green eyes, red fur, and white paws and underbelly. She was a kind cat, fit for the position of leader of FernClan. “Forestleaf is being annoying again!” Blossomshine mewed jokingly. Birchstar laughed. “Of course she is,” She purred, smirking. “What do you really want?” “I want to go to the Gathering tomorrow night,” Blossomshine meowed. “Oh, really?” Birchstar chuckled. “Go to sleep now. You must be well rested if you are going to the Gathering.” Blossomshine went to the warriors’ den and sighed. She really was tired. She settled into her nest and fell asleep. Soon she stood up. She wasn’t awake, was she? No, this is a dream, she thought. She saw a dusty-brown she-cat walking towards her. The cat’s pelt sparkled with stars. “Hello, Blossomshine,” she mewed calmly. 'Is… Is she… Fernstar!?' Thought Blossomshine. “Who- Who are you?” Blossomshine asked, pelt pricking. “I am Fernstar, first leader of your Clan,” The she-cat said. “And I need you to listen. You and the Clans are in danger.” Blossomshine stared at her in shock. 'Oh, no,' she thought. “What danger?” She asked, scared. “There will be a coming storm, a raging fire, falling trees, and a powerful tsunami. If the Clans do not work together, they will not survive,” Fernstar mewed, and then started walking away into the jungle. “Wait! Come back!” Blossomshine yowled. But it was too late. Fernstar was already gone.
