Four clans: DawnClan, SmokeClan, DewClan, and SilentClan. They live in a valley surrounded by mountains on all sides, a beautiful waterfall running down the side of one of them. A quiet little cluster of Two-Leg Nests line the mountains next to SmokeClan territory. No one has ever dared to venture beyond those mountains, nor has anyone had a reason to. Prey was plentiful and the clans were content with each other. All was at peace.
Then came the Hallowed.
They command the Earth.
They roam the Skies.
They stir the Seas.
They bathe in Flame.
Five mysterious abilities with no logical explanation, and many more sub-powers. Even StarClan is at a loss. Previously ordinary cats glide through the skies on feathery wings, ravage the forests with fire, submerge their companions and entomb their clanmates. Some are even able to visit abstract realms beyond the comprehension of common-folk such as we. But where did they come from? Are they blessed? Infected? Have they been intoxicated with something? The air?
The water? Or blood, perhaps?
Our once-peaceful valley is now struggling to maintain order. Those who would use their powers for evil are hunted. Those who would use their powers for peace are admired. Both are feared.