When the Clans ruled the forest, cats from each Clan began to disappear without a trace. No cat had ever seen them after and was known as “The Disappeared.” Moons after they vanished, they all returned wielding StarClan’s gift; The four Elements.

They mastered their new powers but were unable to teach their fellow Clanmates how to wield them since they were not blessed with the gift. StarClan blessed these cats once again. Their kits were gifted with the power of the Elements like their parents, and soon, every cat could wield an element. Cats of each Clan could wield one of the four Elements, though each Clan had their own dominant Element.

Moons after the Disappeared returned with their gifts, the Clans followed their blessed path to a new home; The Valley. This new home promised unlimited use of their new powers, strengthening the Elements.

With the potential of their new home, the cats found that their powers began to evolve. Many found they were able to find more uses for them or new traits to come with them. New cross-elemental parents found that their elements began to mutate in their kits, birthing three new elements: Ice, Storm and Dark.

After moons of endless abuse for being considered an "unnatural element", Ravenwing and many Dark element cats rose up and waged war against the Clans. StarClan granted them the right to their own Clan, respectfully named DarkClan. Settled in a large portion of The Valley given by ShadowClan and RiverClan, DarkClan has been silent for moons, acting like a normal Clan once again.

Now, the Clans are fighting over the right to the Elements. Will there be peace? Or has StarClan’s gift gone to waste?

The sun began to rise over the mountain tops as a group of cats stopped mid-way to the summit. Snow covered the peaks with frost at their paws, the wind howled fiercely while the group huddled closer together.

“Do you think that this could be it?” One asked.

“StarClan told us to head towards the sunrise and through the mountains. There’s still mountains, fog-brain.” Another lashed their tail.

“I don’t know, Trouttail. Look down there. Woolypaw might be right.”

The group gathered near the edge, looking down at the vast landscape below. It looked like a paradise. There were forests, fields and rivers as far as the eye could see. It was all sheltered by a ring of mountains. They didn’t know why they were sent to find it. They hoped that there would be answers below.

“I think we should give it a chance. There’s only one way to find out if we’re wrong. Besides, I’m willing to bet a moon’s worth of dawn patrols there’s better hunting down there.” A she-cat smiled brightly.

“Brookflower, how do you expect to bet me dawn patrols if we aren’t even in RiverClan anymore?” Trouttail asked.

Brookflower rubbed her tail underneath his chin. “I hope you know you’re no fun. Live a little!” She grinned.

Woolypaw shook out her thick white pelt. She looked over at them before looking back down.

A grey tom rested his tail on the apprentice’s back. “We should head down and check it out. Crowwing’s shoulder is still injured. Spottedheart might be able to find some herbs to help it.” He meowed.

“I told you, Finchpad, I’m fine.” Crowwing croaked.

Spottedheart flicked an ear. “And I’m a mouse! You’re a stubborn old cat, but I’m not letting you die because of an infected wound. I didn’t leave my Clan to let the cats I’m travelling with die.” Crowwing rolled his eyes but gave the tortoiseshell medicine cat a smile.

The group of cats set off again, carefully descending the mountain. Two moons ago, StarClan had sent them each a dream telling them to leave their Clans and set off on a journey, and to trust those they would travel with. The cats who had a Clanmate or two with them were cliquey to begin with. Trouttail would only speak with Brookflower for a while, though Brookflower was much more outgoing. The two were polar opposites.

Woolypaw was the only WindClan cat to make the journey. Finchpad of ThunderClan had taken it upon himself to watch over the young she-cat. His Clanmate, Spottedheart, had left her apprentice behind to care for ThunderClan while she was gone. It was unclear if she even told Fennelpaw if she was leaving.

Crowwing had brought his mate, Smokepelt along with him despite her not receiving a dream from StarClan. Spidernose came along with them. The ShadowClanners mainly kept to themselves.

Despite them being the most silent of the group, Crowwing had risked his life to defend them. A large bird had attacked them, a bird one of the loners who lived on the mountain had called an eagle. He came out of the fight wounded the most after taking a hit for Woolypaw. The small WindClan apprentice had been grateful and treated the large black warrior with a lot of respect ever since.

“If we continue at this pace, we could be out of the mountains by sundown.” Finchpad meowed.

Brookflower waved her tail in excitement. “Oh, I can’t wait to go check it out! I saw rivers down there. You hear that Trouttail? We could have fish tonight!” She purred.

“You two can eat whatever you’d like, but don’t force it on us. I’d prefer to eat prey that’s dry, thank you very much.” Smokepelt twitched her whiskers in annoyance.

“Aren’t frogs wet?” Brookflower cocked her head to the side. Smokepelt’s fur bristled. Spidernose sighed. “Let’s avoid fighting about prey. We’ve made it this far.”

Spottedheart nodded. “Thank you. Finchpad is right. Hopefully there will be herbs I can use for Crowwing’s shoulder. I’ll look while you guys hunt.”

Trouttail glared at the tortoiseshell medicine cat. “Don’t expect me to hunt for you. Catch your own prey.”

Finchpad shook his head. “That’s fine, Trouttail. I’ll worry about feeding her. But in reality, we should all help her out with hunting. She’s our only medicine cat.” He said.

“I’m not helpless, Finchpad. But thank you for your offer.” Spottedheart smiled. "Let's keep moving."

The group continued on their journey in relative silence, with Clanmates occasionally chatting among themselves.