A long, long time ago
in a galaxy far, far away a kit decided to take a walk. The kit, Royalkit, at the time, a ShadowClan kit, was bold, adventurous, and most of all, stubborn and headstrong. The adventurer told his mother he was taking a walk, of course, but his mother could've cared less. So the kit bounded off into the wild recesses of the territory. At Sunhigh, noon, he turned around to go back, as he had reached the Thunderpath, but he was lost, curse it. Royalkit told himself not to panic, but he couldn't help it, he started whimpering and crawled under a bush. Many-a-day passed before the black and white tom had the courage to leave the bush, and soon the Territory itself. He walked and walked, almost starving at one point, until he found what he thought was Paradise. The prey was plentiful, there was great, heaving lakes and rivers, and there were other cats. Rogues, loners, kittypets, all the same to Royalkit. He was a very ambitious tom, but not to do evil. To do good, it was his goal. So the kit grew to an adult, soon aged with experience. And he formed a Clan. RoyalClan, to be exact. Soon many cats will join. As should you.