Form it from ashes [WIP]

Introduction

His past clan was pretty cruel, the leader and deputy would work against the cats they deemed too "undesirable". If neither were impressed, they would simply kick the cat out. Or, if you had gotten on their bad side, gone. You were gone.

He didn't do anything to deserve what he'd gotten. He was one of the best cats in the clan, everyone respected him. But a power-hungry deputy wannabe would bring him down from his place, and began spreading rumors. Which ended with him being exiled from all surrounding clans, as most believed the ridiculous rumors. There was no way he'd ever mess with the medicine cats herb supply! Those who did, were ruthless kits who wants to cause trouble.

But he didn't point it out. He took all the blame for the things he never did. The cats who were truly responsible for their actions just snickered at him, as he was chased off.

Life is often unfair.

He now roams around wherever he can as a rogue. He'd been able to convince a few cats to join him in a group. His plan was to create a new clan and make it one of the best out there. But that's just a dream every kit has. It was impossible.

A small she-cat raced past him and stopped a few tail lengths ahead, staring down into an empty clearing. The rest of the group walked up behind her and peered down at what used to be the camp of PastureClan. They took a good look at it before making their way down into the clearing.

In the middle of the clearing, was a pond. It was dirtier than the alleyway he used to sleep in. Ash float atop of the small pond, leaves whirled around peacefully as the wind gently blew. He could barely see his reflection, as it was so dark. Putting a paw in it, just came out almost pitch black.

He flicked his paw a few times then walked around. The camp was in shambles. Unrepairable, the dens weren't even... dens. They were just holes in the ground with crisp branches covering the area.

The medicine den, or what he had assumed to be the den, the herbs didn't even survive. They were shriveled up on the shelves, touched by the fire even. He wiped a bit of the ash off the wooden shelf and his entire paw pad was caked in a layer of the black and gray flecked substance. It was so thick in the medicine cats' den that he started sneezing.

It was becoming unbearable, which caused him to escape the trap.

"So sage, think we can make a home here?" Asked the scrawny tom.

Sage shook his head slowly. "Absolutely not." He meowed, disappointed. "Unless you want to ruin your tail by dusting the dens, I think we have to find a different area."

"Well. I'm tired of traveling, so I say we stay here and make do with it." Snapped the she-cat who'd found the ruined camp.

Another cat chimed in, with a high pitched mew. "C'mon Sage! Let's settle down now! My paw are achin!"

He sat down and sighed. "Your lungs, not mine." He growled before making his way to a corner of the camp. It was.. surprisingly, untouched by the blaze that ripped through the moor. It was a colourful rock, with clear spots painted about. Sage crawled down into the area and found it very peaceful.

It was clean, and the air felt rather fresh to breathe. But there was a strange foul scent coming from the next tunnel. Upon inspection, he found the rotting corpse of what could only be assumed to be a cat. The cat had a faded star on their forehead, which probably meant they were the leader of the clan. He dragged the frail maggot filled corpse into the clearing, laying it down beside the pond.