Twenty-four moons ago, there lived a cat. He resided in Clan. He was a warrior, a good warrior...but not loyal. He got himself exiled...but for what reason? No one knows. No one but the elders of LevinClan, who were around then. There is a new leader, a new deputy, a new generation. But this warrior, although forgotten by many, is still around...just lurking about, biding his time.

Renamed Tornstar by StarClan themselves, this tom-cat has started a Clan just for himself and the few cats he can gather. They call themselves DeathClan, and they like to think of themselves as the 'bringers of death'. And Tornstar has just one thing on his mind...revenge! But revenge for what? For that answer, you must go back in time. Back when he was still a warrior...

When Tornstar was a warrior of LevinClan, he had hoped that one day he would become leader of the Clan. It was every cats dream! But some horrid thing he did got him exciled.

He lived the life of a rouge, and one day he met up with a she-cat. Then soon he became a father of a kit that was named Leaf for her unique markings. But all was not well. One night, Tornstar and his mate had gotten into an argument. Leaf ran away after her dad torn scratched her and from that day on she always thought they were dead. thinking. But she had no clue that they had been taken by two-legs and were now being held prisoner.

Tornstar's mate was killed but he escaped and went to destroy the Clan that got him into this. But he had no idea that his daughter had joined that Clan and was now Deathpaw, medicine cat appretnice. Both she and her mentor, Anglewings, begin to receive terrifing dreams filled with screaming cats and rivers running scarlet with blood.

Will the forest be shaken to the ground? Or is there a cat out there that can save the clans?

A calm has settled over the lands
With darkness building behind it
Relief should not be known
Caution should be taken.

For all is not well
For evil rises from the shadows
A clan shall be formed
Which Starclan allows.

A clan which deals death to others
That strives with hatred and deceit
He is coming to deal great havoc
To all those that stand in his way.

One can cease all the fighting
Freeze it for sometime
But even if the razor dulls
The inevitable shall happen.

The clans shall unite
To fight their common enemy
Blood will be spilled
Lives will be ruined.