(Caveclan's name was changed to Abyssclan)

Every single clan has lost 5 cats, if not more, throughout the onslaught of bad omens, continuously being misinterpreted time and time again. Who could possibly be the blame for so many loved ones leaving to join the stars so soon? No cat thought it was the fault of their long gone ancestors, no. To them the cause of the atrocities seemed a lot more obvious, conflicted less with everything they thought they knew prior. It had to be Abyssclan's fault. They're the only cats who ever dared to hide away in murky shadows, away from the watchful eyes of those far in the Caligo.

While Torrentclan and Blizzardclan prepared to fight the dark dwelling cats, Meadowclan decided it was best to stay peaceful, accepting their losses and not wanting to take anymore. Within a moon the two hostile clans stormed the largest of the caves making escape vastly more difficult. With nothing else to do, Abyssclan was left to fight for their lives. Even though these small, fluffy cats had managed to dwindle the opposing cats down by a few, they were still largely outnumbered. By the time the two outraged clans thought they had wrought enough harm, the clan had lost more than half their numbers, among them was their leader Cragstar and the beloved medicine cat Tigereye.

The moons that followed were no less cruel, many of the clan were left too terrified to leave their home to hunt or search for herbs for the wounded. Lizardstep, the deputy of Abyssclan, did her best to calm her clanmates' nerves and restore what little normativity they had left but soon she realized the damage dealt to her friends and family was too much. She grew overwhelmed before finally deciding to flee. The news of her absence did nothing to help the clan, leading them deeper into hopelessness. Sunrises passed quickly, many of the clan cats noticing a new sound edging into the rhythmic sound of water deeper within the caves. Not just a sound but rather words, words came whispering from the deepest parts of their home.

The voices sprinkled small seeds of hope within the group of leaderless cats, promising them that they'll grow stronger. In return the cats had to abandon their previous practices. Majority of the clan agreed to the conditions, the few that disagreed were met by aggression which led them to keep their heads down and stay quiet. Having a medicine cat became obsolete, the clan thought they'd be fine to tend to their own wounds and they rarely get sick. They also had no reason to contact the cats in the Caligo anymore. The warriors no longer cared for the elders, queens, or the wounded, instead directing their attention on training.

Cats that persisted on not listening to the formless beings were blocked into what used to be the nursery. Bedding soon grew dry and crunchy, giving off the slight odor of rotting plants. The cats were left unable to get fresh kill, instead relying on what few scraps were given. Most of which were given to a queen close to bearing kits. The queen was a small, spotted, light gray cat, still grieving for the mate she lost when Torrentclan and Blizzardclan attacked them. Her clanmates did what they could to comfort her and give what care they could but it did little to help her. The only thing they could do was hope for a day to escape from what used to be their home.