"Ahh, Hello, young one. What are you doing beyond your kittypet walls and loner territories? Exploring the world, you say? Alas, these are nowhere near the adventures of my kind. Of course, exploring the grassland a little would be fun. But, wouldn't you rather take part in something great? Why not live, and constantly explore, the Enchanted Forest? Oh, my name? That doesn't matter. Right now, of course. Because now, I give to you, youngster, the story of DragonClan."
"Thousands of moons ago, there were only four Clans. Yes, four. Each one made and named by their founders- Thunder made ThunderClan, River created RiverClan, Wind established WindClan, and Shadow forged ShadowClan. Simple, is it not? They were all bordered by each other, those four Clans. And, at points, all of them had wonderful and terrible leaders- CrookedStar, Bluestar, Tallstar, Onestar, Tigerstar, Firestar... Now, you see the commons in their names. Yes, they all end in "star". Only a true leader could earn that suffix. I see I have now gained your interest, young one. Oh, stop interrupting, I'll tell you my name later. Thus, I shall continue. After many moons of allies, journeys, fighting, and adventures, the Clans fell apart. All of the once noble warriors, deputies, elders, and leaders, not to count apprentices, kits, and queens; they all died. It was like a terrible extinction. Well, I suppose I am exaggerating a bit, several elders from each Clan lived. Then, after countless moons, several cats regained their power. Thus began four new Clans- BirchClan, CrystalClan, BladeClan, and DragonClan. The few great, great grandchildren of the elders were now warriors, and would tell stories of the four original Clans just as their parents had done, and their parents had done, and so on. Games were made of the warriors of ThunderClan, the tragedies of Windclan, the skill of RiverClan, and the ruthlessness of ShadowClan. And life was happy. Some moons had gone by. DragonClan had battled the deadly creatures they encountered. More moons passed. The other Clans were weak. As more moons passed, the Clans grew so weak that they gave up. All but DragonClan. For DragonClan had a secret weapon. A magical cat named Obsidian. He could help fight against the terrible creatures they were destined to battle. Moons went by with Obsidian's help. The other Clans grew stronger once again and thrived alongside DragonClan, though jealousy made their hearts cold. Why hadn't DragonClan provided them with Obsidian's aid? Obsidian grew old, though, and is now a weak, old, fragile storyteller. And now, we are in the present, living the story of DragonClan. And your story will now begin, young one. Follow me, into the Enchanted Forest. Join me in DragonClan, the strongest Clan to have ever been made. Don't trust me, you say? Well, I bet your curiosity will beat that- My name, young one, is Obsidian."
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"And now, young one. We need to know about you. And you can know a bit about us in return."
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There is one more thing you must know. Where you live, of course.