This is before the clans of the forest. This is the age of the Warrior Code, when loyalty was something that could boil the blood: this is the age of courage that could span oceans, love that could flood deserts, pride that could build mountains from chasms. We are legends, and we do nothing lightly.

When you live by the sea, you need a thick skin. The salt spray wears away at weaker cats. Fresh water is a resource worth dying for. Blood bonds are built to outlast the cats who swore them. If you can't depend on the cats in your clan, you can't depend on the earth beneath your paws or the sun on your back.

Nothing, of course, is permanent, but we do our best with what we have: we can build fortresses out of sand.

Welcome to the shores of Seaside Warriors, where the legends of the forest warriors were born, and I can assure you that this is no tropical paradise. Come on, dive in, and step up if you think you can weather our storms.

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