"And you will divide into five clans, ThunderClan, RiverClan, SkyClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan. You will be warriors, set abide by the Warrior Code!" a dead silver tabby yowled. Her eyes glistened in the misty air. A calico tom, one of the fallen pressed forward, his eyes glazed with worry. "That isn't it, Blazing Star. There once was the four cats here that held up the four winds, North, South, East, and West. But they are fallen, here with us today. The newly built StarClan made a new rule. Every clan would hold the power of the wind, whether if they like it or not. The power can be untouched for a few centuries, but more than those centuries, the clans would fall.