DawnClan's History, Part 1: Easy Beginnings

This is the true account of the great clan of DawnClan. DawnClan was formed by Katt, April and Jordan on March 16th, 2007. Later, Abby and Shima joined. Since then, all but Abby has joined “StarClan” (Middle school and up). Also, loner Caleb and the clan of DogClan have played roles in DawnClan’s history.

It started on a perfectly normal March day. After a long and boring day in 5th grade, Katt and April went out to recess to catch butterflies as usual. After many tries with no avail, April spotted Jordan standing with a few other 4th graders. Motioning for Katt to follow her, she raced over to her friend. “Hey,” she called to Jordan. Jordan looked up from the small crowd. “What’re you doing?” “Chasing butterflies,” Katt replied, catching up. “Caught any yet?” Jordan asked. “Not yet,” added April. “Want to help?” “Sure,” answered Jordan. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”
So, after 40 minutes of scaring butterflies, the three agreed to meet again tomorrow. As the teachers called for them to come in, they formed a plan. They would be warriors, hunting their prey. Soon, they would be DawnClan.

The next day, I brought to school every feline Beanie Babie® I possessed. Joe, who sat by me in class, named the Siamese “Kung Fu Kitty”. At recess, everyone wanted a cat to play with. This was our strategy, because it meant people would join KittyClan, as we called it. When we had a group of about 12, I told everyone to stay in the area and listen up. Everyone sat down, and I stood up so I could be heard over the talking in our small crowd of listeners. “OK people, listen up! Who here has read the Warriors series by Erin Hunter?” Katt and Jordan raised their hands. Betty, a friend of Jordan’s, called from the back, “What’s Warriors?” “Warriors is a series about feral cats, cats living in the wild,” I explained. “They fight for survival, and the cats that fight are called warriors. They live in clans. If you join our clan, KittyClan, today, you will be warriors!” I finished. Candice raised her hand. “Do we get to keep the cats?” She held up a small black-and-white cat. “You can keep them while we’re playing,” I said. She nodded. “OK, now the warrior code. Everybody listen, this is important!” I yelled.
The next day, KittyClan met again. Everyone had picked names and been given one of the stuffed cats as an apprentice. Katt, Jordan, and I had explained I was the leader, Katt was the medicine cat, and Jordan was deputy. Since we were the only ones who knew anything about the series, no one argued.
Things went well for a while. Slowly, the members began to listen and understand the warrior code and books. Many began to read the series. We thought we had started a Warriors revolution. Betty, Caleb, and Candice became our senior warriors because of their dedication to the clan. Of course, we had to count the cats every day when we got them back, and it was hard to keep the clan in one place for a meeting, but we managed. “Cats” would have a clan meeting for the first 5 minutes of recess, and then hunt, patrol, and do other “warrior’s things” for the rest of the recess, unless there was another meeting.
Then the trouble began. A group of three had heard about our clan. They had formed a clan of their own, DogClan. One of them, a true warrior, had read the series. Her name was Peyton, and she became Breezestar. She was fierce, cunning, and she knew how to control her clan. Of course, there were only three of them; her, her deputy, Darkice, and a warrior, Brownclaw. But compared to them, we were completely unorganized.
Their main target was the Beanies®. We stepped up our patrols, and even moved camp a few times. Their deputy, Darkice, was very fast, and Breezestar and Brownclaw could herd us in while Darkice stole kits. We always got the kits back, but it was a close call sometimes. Once, Darkice got a hold of my apprentice, Bramblepaw. I tore after him, nearly tripping over my feet. I was not worried about the clan, because Jordan, now Blackfang, was the fiercest protector of the clan, and she was deputy. I sprang at Darkice, and pinned him to the ground. It was a fierce battle, but I got a hold of Bramblepaw. Katt, who was Shellpool, broke off from the clan’s battle and took Bramblepaw back to the camp. I turned to find Darkice, but he was retreating with the rest of his clan. We stood across the “river”, which was really the sidewalk, yelling and jeering at their defeat. All the apprentices were safe, but Bramblepaw had serious wounds, which Shellpool tended to.