*Gathers up all of the kits and prepares to tell them a nursery story* Back in the days of the old forest, there was a fifth clan, Coldclan. A freezing wind constantly ran through their territory, causing their pelts to freeze as well as their hearts. Their eyes were as icy cold as snow, filled with hostility, never warming up. They attacked the other clans often, sometimes for no reason at all. By then, the other clans were fed up with their outrageous behavior as their clanmates suffered and even died from their attacks. So, Stormclan, Mistclan, Treeclan, and Twilightclan, all prepared to exile Coldclan from the forest. Many cats died that day, but mostly from Coldclan. They were chased out, but before they left, the leader vowed: "We'll get our revenge", and then fled from the forest with his remaining clanmates. To this day, cats have reported cold, hostile, gleaming eyes staring out through the bushes, but are they really there? No cat knows. *Stops as I realize the story was scaring the kits*
