Signs do not come. Warnings are not given. Dreams are mundane. Some, like the tempestuous StormClan, pay no mind and go on their merry way. But when horrific tragedy strikes the flame-hearted FireClan, they completely abandon the very concept of ancestors watching over them. This causes the already wounded clan to rupture in on itself and splinter in two. Will the new EmberClan rise from the ashes and flourish, or flounder alone in the dark like their parent clan? Is StarClan really gone, or was it ever even there to begin with?
Maybe the clans were…