It is a Corrupt land we live in.

Not two generations ago, we lived in peace at our home. We had four Clans, four Clans that prospered. We had healthy kits to take care of, much prey to feed on. We lived in peace with each other, for the most part. We loved our lives in the Clans and the forest we called home. But peace lasts not forever.

The foxes came. For generations we had driven them from our land, prosecuted them with fury, and they had come to seek revenge. Of course we though we would beat them in this war; but it was not so. Over half of our numbers were killed within a short span of time, and we were force to retreat. This time, it was us driven from the land. Forced to flee, we ran until one cat among us brought hope.

Blackfrost was the cats name. He guided us to a land, one not extremely far from our last home. He showed us the ways of this land, this place he used to call home. We created a new set of codes, the Survivor Code, and tossed aside the Warrior Code. Yes, they were broken and unfair, but so was this life. RiverClan, nearly destroyed, joined forces with ShadowClan. We each have small territories to call our own, but the prey is scarce enough to survive on. We don't even speak of leafbare.

We live a harsh life now. No one knows what could happen. For we are not warriors anymore. No. We are survivors.