Over time throught the years, out of the eight Clans that once ruled the forest, only three remain after the year of the great feaver. Thunder, River, Wind, Shadow, Mountain, Sun, Tree, and Rain Clans were stricken by this great sickness that killed more than half in some of the Clans. RainClan and TreeClan were the farthest from the sickness, therefore they didn't loose far as many cats. Some of the cats from other Clans came and joined TreeClan and RainClan, and the cats who didn't agree with joining one of those two Clans went and formed and new Clan- BreezeClan.

Things seemed to settle down once the frost came in and killed off the fever sickness, but there never seems to be full peace in the forest. There were some cats who didn't believe in both creating a new Clan or joining the other two. These cats wanted to at least try and bring the old Clans back that had once fallen, but were outnumbered in the debate. These cats ran off, away from the others, some became rogues, some kittypets, others loners.

But some cats stayed in the forest. They hated the ones who didn't even want to keep the old Clans together, or even tried. These cats dwelled in hate and spite for so long they became bloodthirsty for revenge. They banded together, gathering followers and planning how they would get back at the ones who once called friends. Every day new cats from all over would join them, mostly the ones who had been betrayed before. Now, these rogues, with the help of a powerful leader and assistants have planned to invade the Clans and steal the she-cats, breed them, and bring back the once proud Clans that lived in the forest.

Yeah yeah, I know I know, I thought of that idea in reading class too. <3

I thought it was OK. And no, there's no inappropriate... showings in the plot. xP xP xP