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Leader of ThunderClan before Firestar, Bluestar was a proud and deeply committed warrior. Once known as Bluefur, her early life was scarred by tragedy. Her mother was killed in a raid on WindClan and soon after, her sister, Snowfur, died on the Thunderpath. Isolated in her grief for her own Clanmates, Bluefur fell in love with a RiverClan warrior named Oakheart, but their brief relationship ended when Bluefur realized that she could not be loyal to ThunderClan while her heart lay elsewhere. Unbeknownst to Bluefur, she was already expecting Oakheart's kits.   Bluefur paid the highest possible price for leadership, giving up her three tiny kits to become deputy instead of Thistleclaw, whom she feared would destroy ThunderClan with his dark-hearted ambition. Oakheart raised Stonefur and Mistyfoot, the two kits who survived, in his own Clan. Bluefur told her Clan that her kits had been stolen by a starving badger, and then over came her sadness to become deputy and leader as she had h

Like all of the Clans, ThunderClan has been shaped by the nature of its home, by the dense forest and prey rich thickets that lie between its boundaries. My warriors are the most skilled predator of any Clan, able to make themselves silent and invisible in order to hunt tiny furred and feathered creatures that live among us. They can stalk over fallen leaves and brittle twigs without making a sound, and from a standstill they can pounce with enough strength to bring down a full-grown rabbit. We are descended from the cats who were most adept at hunting beneath the trees, who were undaunted by branches blocking out the sky and the need t fight enemies at close quarters when there was no open space in which to escape an attacker. This battling in close quarters gave us courage and confidence in our abilities to defend ourselves, and we knew the forest was the right home for us.   It was the warrior code that let us grow as a Clan and let us maintain our beloved forest territory. No Clan

There were four Clans that lived in a forest. Each Clan defended its territory that best suited its hunting skills: Fleet-footed rabbit chasers lived on the moor under the open sky; glossy-furred cats who were happy to get their paws wet in search of fish settled beside the river; stalkers of mice and squirrels made their home among dense trees and tangled undergrowth; and bold, cunning cats who had a taste for frogs patrolled the marshes lined with brittle pine trees.   But no . . . there were originally five  Clans. One Clan was forced out when Twolegs took over its territory. That Clan, the tree-hunters, created a new home far, far away in a sandy gorge.   And before those five Clans, there was a community of cats living deep in the mountains, beneath an endlessly tumbling waterfall. These cats had left their home beside a lake after a hard-won decision to find somewhere else to live, free from black-and-white dogs that were to easily diverted from chasing sheep into chasing cats

Cold gray light ripped over the  floor of a cave so vast that its roof was lost in shadows. An endless screen of water fell across the entrance, its sound echoing from the rocks.   Near the back of the cavern crouched a frail white she-cat. Despite her age, her green eyes where clear and deep with wisdom as her gaze traveled over the skinny cats swarming the cave floor, restlessly pacing in front of the shimmering waterfall: the elders huddled together in the sleeping hollows; the kits mewed desperately, demanding food from their exhausted mothers.   "We can't go on like this," the old she-cat whispered to herself.   A few tail-lengths away, several kits squabbled over an eagle carcass. its flesh had been striped away the day before as soon as their mothers had caught it. A big ginger it shouldered a smaller tabby away from the bone she was gnawing at.   "I need this!" he announced.   The tabby sprang up and nipped the end of the ginger kit's tail. &quo

I am Firestar. Welcome to ThunderClan-the Clan of courage and loyalty. I was not a forest-born cat, but ThunderClan welcomed me, and once I proved myself as a warrior, they grew to respect me. I have risen to become leader and I would lay down all my nine lives for my Clan, just as my Clanmates would lay down their lives for me and for each other. There is no other Clan in the forest so true or brave. I respect and admire the other Clans, but my heart is here, with ThunderClan-the Clan of heroes, the Clan of compassion, the Clan of destiny.

Welcome. I am Tallstar, and this is WindClan-a Clan that has known great suffering, but always survives. We are the fleet-footed warriors of the moor, the fastest Clan in the forest. We have struggled through terrible hardship, but we never give up. I know the other Clans sometimes see us as weak . . . but the truth is, they could not last a moon n the broad, open spaces we live in, chasing rabbits for our prey. We are the closest to StarClan, spiritually and phisically, we always know our warrior ancestors are watching over us. That is what makes us strong. No matter what trials we must endure, WindClan will last forever.