Why History Changed. . .

[StarClan]

The Plains

There are two known plains of existence for the ClanCats. One is what they refer to as reality, and the other is where the cats of StarClan live. This plain is where all of the good ClanCats go when they die. Well as they had journeyed through the mountains they discovered other cats whose ancestors walk the skies too. All of the cats of StarClan and these other ancestors glow with StarShine.

For there to be good it stands to reason that there would be an evil. On this same plain the worst traitors and evil doers of both StarCats exist. They were contained by good until StarClan was weakened by the journey. . .

[StarClan]

The Reason

At this point in time the Clans have adjusted after the long journey to the new forest. But what they didn't know is that the journey weakened StarClan to the point that they could only interact with the ClanCats through the MoonPool.

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In a field full of StarShine a large group of cats met together. All of them were in their Prime of life. There were no kits or elders in this magical place. These cats were all the most powerful cats in the plane. They were given the gift of time. Any one of them could go anywhere in time and influence it by sending dreams or signs to the plain of reality.
A large silver tabby tom stood and called for silence. The clearing became silent as the cat's attention focused on the large cat. "We are here because of the Dark-Attacks," he began with an odd tilt to his voice and grey smoky eyes.
"What can we do to fix the problem? Besides fixing time itself." The statement came from a blue-grey she-cat.
"What are you suggesting Bluestar?" He asked with a barely hidden snarl.
"What I have been saying for months! We must turn back time and try again," Bluestar replied with heat in her tone.
"You know why we cannot do that!" The silver tom snarled. They had been having this argument for weeks. "We may be making this worse by weakening our past selves! Not ONLY THAT WE MAY BE FACING A WORSE FUTURE. " The tom was shouting tail whipping eyes blazing.
"What if there was a way to make sure that the twolegs never harm the forest?" Asked a small tortoiseshell she-cat.
"That is imposible. We cannot influance the twolegs, you know that Spottedleaf! Have the attacks rattled your brain?" The Tom Snarled baring his fangs.
"I can do it," Spottedleaf stated quietly meeting his troubled eyes with her own peaceful ones. "We have no more options or time. I can feel the Darkness coming. We are the Last of StarClan and the Tribe! If we die there is no future or past. At least this way we can try again. There is always hope as long as there is a future."
"Fine! Since you feel so strongly about your crazy plan we will vote. If you want to go through with it shine." The whole clearing lit up a gleaming beacon of hope. The light grew as all of the cats pooled their power together. The blinding blaze of light grew until it put the darkness closing in on all sides in sharp relief. Suddenly the light winked out and the cats were no were to be found.
True to her word Spottedleaf insured that the twolegs abandoned the TreecutPlace. The farthest their power could push back time was right after Firepaw joined the Clans. The biggest change is that StarClan can no longer interact with the living at all. . .