Gone are the clans, or at least the clans you know... the sedentary groups disbanded long ago. ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan...they're nothing but legend.

Today we wander.

The Wanderers; a collective group of cats always on the move, nomads braving any and all terrain. Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving

Because when we settle, is when we break.

Territory is arbitrary, war, destructive. With imaginary lines separating brothers and sisters wariness grew to fear, fear to paranoia, paranoia to hate and hate to the destruction of all.

And so the Wanderers began

We move and we live and we have peace. We take in those who are lost, those who are hurt, and we move with the winds, always drifting about and never staying for long.

And so we have lived and so we will live, ever on to the horizon