After a cold and frozen leaf-bare, the five clans are scrawny and weak. As each clan desperately tries to rebuild itself, they ignore all the other ones. Gatherings were postponed, then not attended at all. Even medicine cats have stopped taking the trip up the mountains to share with starclan. Border patrols are sent out less and less, as cats tend to stay in the deep of their own territory. Every clan is paranoid that the others will take advantage of their vulnerable state. Prey is slowly returning, but it is still not enough to feed them, even with their small numbers. The forest is divided, more so then if the clans were fighting. Without starclan’s guidance, the clans are forgetting what they once were. Due to this, tensions are high. And as the tensions rise, so do the waters.

Dewclan has been struck with a terrible flood, forcing them out of their camp and killing many of their cats. With almost no territory left, Foxstar agrees to take them in, at least for a couple moons. A cat from both Dewclan and Meadowclan have been sent around the forest to announce a gathering on the full moon. Only starclan knows what will happen then.