A lurking doom hangs above four clans yet these aren't the four clans from the lake. These are the four clans from the mountain valley.
Leafclan. The cats of the forest. They are tough and loyal, but compassionate to outsiders.
Frostclan. The cats of the river. They are well-fed and slow but are strong to protect there own.
Nightclan. The cats of the marsh. They are unpredictable and mysterious but braver then most would expect.
Swiftclan. The cats of the moor. They are witty and fast but tough as nails compared to most.
These four clans had lived in peace for many moons even after The Great Prophecy but a new prophecy is arising along with an old evil. Four will save the clans. Three will harm. Two will be torn. And only one will make the decision.