WrenCry was born in a viscous clan of rouges lead by her parents, FalconCall and CrowMumble. When WrenCry was born, her mother was very ill, and all but two of her littermates died. WrenCry was the strongest of her litter, and quickly recovered from the illness, while her two surviving littermates got weaker each day. Her mother was recovering, but very slowly. By the time she had opened her eyes and began exploring outside the den, her littermates had made little recovery, and it wasn’t long before one died. WrenCry was grief stricken for the death of the sibling she had never had the chance to know, and wished more than anything that her remaining littermate would survive. When her brother started to recover from illness WrenCry was overcome with joy. She proudly vowed to protect him at all cost, and she did so. Her brother (given the name FinchCall) was much smaller and weaker, and WrenCry never left his side, they did everything together. She quickly learned life was harsh in the clan of rouges, prey was fought for, and only the strongest survived. Being the leader’s kits they had things easier, but when their parents weren’t around the other rouges treated them as they would any other cat, with hostility. When their parents were busy WrenCry would always make sure FinchCall had prey to eat and wasn’t being harmed, and though she was still a kit many of the rouges began to respect her for her bravery, loyalty, and determination. When a few moons had passed she met a young Tom in their clan named Nettle who she quickly became close friends with. WrenCry and FinchCall spent a lot of time with Nettle, and as they grew older WrenCry began to see Nettle as more than a friend. FinchCall was happy for WrenCry, he was never bitter or jealous of the time WrenCry spent with Nettle instead of him, and WrenCry was grateful for that. Eventually Nettle confessed his love to WrenCry, everything seemed perfect. She often thought of their future as mates, leading their clan together side by side. Though she knew it would be a while before she was really ready for a mate. Moons later a pack of dogs were set loose in the forest, they were a threat to the rouge clan, both taking their prey and injuring or killing cats. WrenCry’s parents made a decision to attack the dogs, and they led their cats into battle against them. The battle went terribly and many cats died, including both of WrenCry’s parents. WrenCry and FinchCall grieved over their dead parents, seeking comfort in each other. It wasn’t until Nettle gently reminded her that she realized she was now their leader. WrenCry had always looked forward to being leader, but she had never thought of what the price would be for that leadership. Many cats began questioning WrenCry, eager to know what their next move would be. Some wanted to stay and fight, while some believed their best chance at survival was to flee and find a new home. Unprepared for all the questions, WrenCry told them she needed to think about it, and she would give them their answer as sunrise. She spent the night alone in her parents’ old den, but sleep didn’t come. She was blinded by grief, which soon turned to rage. She wanted revenge. As sunrise came she prepared to announce her decision to the clan, cats waited eagerly to hear her choice. When she announced the clan would be fighting, her brother FinchCall was shocked. He confronted her, pointing out how many cats had died or been fatally injured in the first battle, how could they win now if they couldn’t before? WrenCry was hurt to know of all the cats to object, it was her brother. As far as she was concerned she was the leader, and the choice was hers to make. WrenCry didn’t even seem to consider FinchCall’s objection, nor the lives at stake, all she could think of was the revenge her parents deserved. Their death couldn’t be for nothing. WrenCry and FinchCall began to argue, and in the end he threatened to take leadership. It was well known that cats who were kin of the leaders could challenge them for leadership at any time, but whoever lost the battle would be exiled from the clan. WrenCry didn’t believe he would really harm her, FinchCall had never had much interest in fighting other cats, he had only battle trained by his parents’ choice, and even if they did fight, she was confident she would win. To WrenCry’s dismay FinchCall did attack her, WrenCry was unprepared and shocked, and before she could bring herself to really fight her brother, FinchCall had won the fight. With his claws to her throat he dared WrenCry to challenge him again. WrenCry knew she had lost the fight, if she didn’t give in now FinchCall had every right to kill her - and now she had reason to believe he would. WrenCry admitted defeat and FinchCall let her go, ordering every cat to prepare to leave the territory. WrenCry would be left behind, the forest suddenly seemed daunting and lonely. She felt a spark of hope when Nettle approached her, but instead of sympathy and kind words she was met with his disappointment and disgust. He coldly told her that he no longer loved her, that he had no use for her now, and he too would be leaving her. And finally WrenCry realized he only wanted to be with her to become leader, he never truly loved her. She had lost everything so quickly.. her parents, her clan, the cat she loved, and her littermate.. She was alone, and it was her fault. She had made a terrible mistake. .

WrenCry stayed in the abandoned camp for days, each time she woke she hoped to find it was all a bad dream, but she knew her clanmates were really gone. She didn’t care to hunt, or find a safer camp away from the dogs, she had given up. The forest seemed to have lost its beauty, birdsong sounded empty, the breeze was cold and unwelcoming. One day a tom called Kestrel approached her, he was so lighthearted and friendly, despite the scratches and bruises on his pelt, and the dull look of hunger in his eyes. He didn’t show pity, or try to drive her out, he treated her as a friend. She didn’t speak to him at first, and he seemed to understand she didn’t feel like talking, but she didn’t want to be alone - no matter how much she tried to convince herself she did. He waited by her side in silence until the next sunrise, when, to WrenCry’s disappointment, he left. Quite unexpectedly he returned quite a while later with a vole, which after some time he convinced WrenCry to eat. After many days WrenCry began to open up to Kestrel. She started to think of him less as a stranger, and more as a friend. He showed her life was still beautiful, he showed her she still had purpose. WrenCry and Kestrel started to do everything together, and finally she started to trust him, and after many moons it didn’t hurt too much to think of the cats she had once known, what she had now mattered much more to her. WrenCry and Kestrel lived happily together for many moons, just the two of them, until they met three cats who claimed to be of a warrior clan known as Mossclan. The cat who led them was named Sleetsong, he warned them of the treacherous cat who had taken leadership and done so much harm to their clan. Sleetsong promised if they helped him rid Mossclan of their leader, they would share leadership over a new, powerful Mossclan. WrenCry and Kestrel were quickly convinced to help start a rebellion. The idea seemed quite fun to them, and Kestrel happened to know just about every rouge in the forest, it was easy to recruit many cats. They called themselves The Starless. Their first attack was on a patrol of Mossclan cats, which was easily won. Not long later a young cat known as Batpaw was found on The Starless’ border, Injured and nearly blinded, she was a former Mossclan cat who had ran away from her clan. WrenCry and Kestrel allowed her to join them, and WrenCry quickly grew fond of Batpaw. The young cat was fierce, and had a good sense of humor. Unlike the other clan cats who had joined them, Batpaw didn’t seem to have any care for the clan she had left behind, and WrenCry trusted her fully. (Batpaw later changed her name to Bat) The war between The Starless and Mossclan continued for quite a while. As they set another attack, this time on Mossclan’s camp, WrenCry noticed Bat was hesitant to attack. After questioning her, Bat revealed the truth WrenCry had not yet known. Despite the mistakes the Mossclan leader, Sagestar, had made, she wasn’t a bad cat. She was young and naive. She was just as scared and confused as WrenCry had been when she was first given leadership in her old clan. Sleetsong had lied to her, he had betrayed her. The bloodshed had been for nothing. She partly blamed herself, she had risked so many lives for the promise of power from a cat she knew nothing about. She called the battle off, but to her surprise, The Starless didn’t follow the order. It was discovered Sleetsong had expected her betrayal and warned the rouges, he had taken control of The Starless so easily, and Mossclan was losing the fight. When the battle seemed lost, Gladeclan joined the fight and were able to drive The Starless out, but so much damage had already been done. All WrenCry could do was cast an apologetic look before retreating. Once The Starless had returned to their camp, WrenCry attacked Sleetsong, caught off guard and worn out from the battle, he was easily defeated. WrenCry was prepared to kill him, she could feel him getting weaker as she sunk her claws in. Yet, not a single one of his new followers lifted a claw to help, they seemed intrigued by the fight, who won or lost meant nothing to them. And if she killed him, was she much different? Sleetsong’s clanmates who had joined The Starless, Larkshade and Bat, looked equally horrified. Neither of them liked Sleetsong, yet they still cared for him. They were so different from the other rouges, from everyone she had ever known. WrenCry let Sleetsong go, and after taking a few moments to recover, he fled. WrenCry knew she couldn’t stay with The Starless, she spoke with Kestrel and he agreed, they decided to go somewhere far away, somewhere they can start over. A young Tom named Cloud came with them, accompanied by Batpaw. Larkshade didn’t want to be a part of The Starless, but she was hesitant to join WrenCry and Kestrel, all she truly wanted was to be a Mossclan cat again, since the beginning it was easy for WrenCry to see that. WrenCry accompanied Larkshade to Mossclan’s border, where Larkshade left her to attempt to join Mossclan once more. WrenCry promised to wait until moonhigh for Larkshade to return and tell her if she had been welcomed back into her clan, and if Larkshade didn’t come back WrenCry would sneak in and make sure she was safe. Unfortunately, Larkshade was still seen as a traitor by many, and was forced to leave. WrenCry invited her to leave the clan territories behind with her, Kestrel, Bat, and Cloud. Larkshade accepted hesitantly, and the five cats set off, searching for their new home.

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