The Beginning of RushClan • A Warriors RP

Few cats survived the storm. When it was spotted on the horizon, panic ensued. Tick tock, they said. It's nearing, they said. StarClan warned me about this. About this disaster. But I didn't listen. Why would I? I'm no medicine cat, no leader. Now I'm dead. But I'm not good enough for the StarClan or even the Dark Forest. I'm destined to walk with the remaining cats until they all die out, I'm destined to watch my friends and family suffer and die. I'm destined to stare on helplessly as the only cats, the only link we have left of the Clans, perish.

When a massive storm strikes the Clans, many die. The survivors are swept out to see, and even some of those don't make it. The rest wash up on a small island, but in the distance, a larger island is spotted. All that stand between the desperate cats and that island, though, is the endless, dark water.