"i'm going to kill you, and kill you again."

"your last breath will be gasped beneath my paws. your last drop of blood will be spilled on my fur."

"this is how clan cats fight."

WELCOME TO WARCLAN

warclan is a clan that lives by themselves in a dark oak forest, besides a plain. they hunt woodland creatures, such as mice, shrews, and voles, along with moor animals, like rabbits. they fight amongst themselves a lot. their most popular landmark is the hollow of blood; any arguments are always settled with fighting, even if it was something small, like who gets the mouse.

at the end of every apprentices' training, they go to the hollow of blood and fight each other. some, although highly unlikely, are killed during the tradition, but the ones that survive are then ranked by how well they fought.

the highest rank, other than leader, is top assassin. then, assassin, and the last rank lowpaw. cats are only allowed to mate with those in their ranks, and the leadership is passed on within the family. but, the heir to the throne must be a top assassin first. so, if the leader's chosen heir turns out to be an assassin or lowpaw instead, they must pass the leadership on to another one of their kits or a kin, who does have the rank of top assassin.

within the ranks, there are roles: killer, spy, and defense. spy keeps an eye on the borders, hiding within the bushes; killer, and since warclan lives by themselves, mainly just hunts. however, if a group of rogues approach, killers are sent to take care of them; defense stays inside the camp, leaving only to collect supplies to build the dens and camp. if, somehow, enemies break into the camp, defense is the backup to drive them out.

apprentices don't have only one mentor. they are assigned three; killer, spy, and defense, so they can learn which role is more suited for them. because of this, apprentices and their mentors aren't normally very close.

WARCLAN'S LEADERSHIP

warclan was led solely by one cat; their leader. the leader's word is law, in which every cat must obey, even if they find it unreasonable. the only way to end a cat's leadership is their death.

if one cat disapproves of their leader and thinks they can do better, they may challenge their leader and fight for the throne. this fight takes place in the hollow of blood, where all official battles are. this is a fight to the death; if the challenger wins, they become the leader. if the leader wins, then they've managed to defend their throne.

the only other way to dethrone the leader is by their death; then, the successor would take over. the leader's successor is chosen by the leader themselves, but the heir must be one that shares the leader's blood. the leader has the power to change the heir overtime if they'd like.

most leaderships remain in one family for generations until another cat decides to challenge them. then, the leadership is switched to another family.

FOUNDER OF WARCLAN

a cat by the name of death founded warclan. he was a vicious and bloodthirsty cat, founding the clan for the sole purpose of more power. more cats to fight for him. more cats to serve him. more land for him to take.

cats joined warclan simply because they were scared. even before warclan's founding, death was already a cat who pretty much ruled the forest. every cat wanted to be on his good side. so, when he announced the beginnings of warclan, cats jumped up at the offer, joining instantly. the rest who pondered on it eventually, seeing as warclan grew and grew, joined as well. the ones that didn't were either killed or kicked out of the forest.

although death held a lot of power, no cat liked him. they only pretended to because he was scary. he'd take the things they loved and use it against them. for example, one of his common threats was threatening to kill a cat's kits or mate. that cat, in return, would do anything to keep them safe, and do whatever death ordered.

one night, the cats had enough. a tabby tom, brave, stepped up to challenge death. he was younger and less experienced than death was, but he didn't care; all he knew was that he had to win. for the sake of warclan, a clan they'd grown to love even if the leader was hated.

death, crackling, accepted. but, with a twist of events, brave fought much harder than death expected, killing warclan's founder. as death fell to the ground, brave lashed his tail, declaring that death's kin must die, too. no trace of death should ever exist.

terrified, death's mate, silver, snatched up their two kits, oak and dapple, and bounded out of the camp as fast as she could go. legend says that they never caught her. she was the fastest cat within the clan, even with kits. they had no idea where she had went. all they knew was that she'd disappeared into the night. gone, hopefully, forever.