Warriors: Shifting Currents | Book 1

Moons and moons before the present, the world had drowned. Rain fell without end, rivers burst their banks, trees tore from the earth and drifted like broken twigs. Cats ran where they could, swam where they must, and prayed to StarClan they'd make it out alive. No trail stayed safe for long, and no den remained dry. The old territories and the moons of history were swallowed whole. When at last the waters began to crawl back, they did not leave mercy behind. They left mud, decay, and strange new currents and places where the ground opened like a gaping mouth with teeth sharp enough to slice through a badger. The earth was wounded.

Survivors gathered on the largest stretch of earth the flood had spared far from the tragic catastrophe- queens who had lost their kits, warriors separated from their kin, mentors who cried as they couldn't locate their missing apprentices. They stood beneath unfamiliar stars and argued about what should come next. Many were still lost, and despite so many recovery patrols, they were never found.

The surviving cats, holding onto their Clan roots through it all, separated and chose new grounds to call home.
FogClan climbed the ridges where the mist never quite lifted.
FledgeClan carved homes into the cliffs that could outlast another storm.
RippleClan vanished into the reeds where the ground breathed cold.
ValleyClan ran the open wind along the lakeshore and swore they would always see danger coming.
And one group inparticular, guided by the winds and faith, travelled northward, unknowingly and completely opposite from the others:
FireClan

Just when peace crossed the Clan's horizons, and moons of recovery and rebuilding provided sanctuary, the spells of back luck strike again. The land shifts one fateful night, beginning a series of disasters once more. Follow Stonepaw on his journey to find what's causing these 'natural' disasters, and confront a raging storm eager to destroy the Clans once and for all.