History
Our story begins in the Chimerial Forest, far east of the territory that the Clans inhabit today. In this forest there was a delicate balance of power, one that given the slightest encouragement could shift from one Clan to another. The forest had 21 different factions, or Clans, all of which vie for that power. To keep that power from favoring one Clan over the other for too long, a ruling council was born out of the 21 Clans. Of these Clans, 8 were chosen to rule over the rest, dictating where and when each Clan was allowed to hunt, move, or fight. At first everything went smoothly until the need for power drove some leaders insane. The weak Clans soon began to fall, taken over by those who greed outran their common sense. The fight for one of the 8 ruling Clans began, leading to many innocent lives lost and words spoken that could never be taken back.

Of these 8 Clans there was one, ToilingClan, who were waiting, watching from the side of the wars for their own chance to strike and take back the power that they believed was rightfully theirs. Maskedstar, the leader of this Clan soon began to work his way up the ranks, bringing his Clan to nearly the height of their glory. But no good thing ever lasts. On the night of the full moon, the other new 7 houses of the 8 launched an attack, nearly wiping out all of the ToilingClan cats in the process.

All except for two young Apprentices who had been out on their own when the battle occurred. Their names were Chaos and Eternity, two of the older apprentices in the Clan. When they returned to camp, only to find their Clan taken over and imprisoned there was nothing left for them to do. Yet bravishly, almost to the point of foolishness they choose to fight, a quick battle indeed that soon ended in their defeat. However the leaders of the 7 other Clans chose not to kill them just then, but to make an example out of them for all the other weaker Clans who might have had possible thoughts of starting a rebellion.

However, this was not to be their fate. They were thrown out of the territory, beaten and starved to fend for themselves however best the could.The two surviving cats somehow managed to do just that, helping eachother through the long and miserable days. As the time past, these two cats became close, depending on only each other. Although neither of them chose to acknowledge it, something was happening between them that not even they foresaw.

Soon Eternity became pregnant and Chaos wasn't at all certain that the kits would be his. Eternity was a striking she cat and often flirted around as they traveled. But he kept his silence as the kits were born, four small bundles that would soon be called Envy, Asylum, Metra and Alcatraz. For a while everything went well as the family settled down, soon forgetting about the Clans they had left. But the peace was not to be.

Late one night a group of cats attacked, quickly overpowering Chaos as Eternity tried to protect her kits. Subdued and powerless, Chaos could only watch and snarl as they dragged Eternity away from their kits, his eyes gleaming furious. Through the group of cats padded forward a large black tom, a livid scar over his right eye. This was Dragon, one of the headers of the Ruling Clans they had left behind. From him, Chaos and Eternity learned that the Clans were no more, destroyed by a group of twolegs and their dogs that had come in with their big machines and ripped up the ground until nothing but dirt and dead cats littered the ground. Only a few cats remained from the once proud Clans but now they were all scattered to the four corners of the Earth...all except Dragon and his group. Dragon had remembered the two apprentices that had been thrown out and presumably died, but he knew better. In his twisted dark mind, Chaos and Eternity had caused the destruction of his power, and for that they would pay. Nurturing a deep hatred towards the two he had set off, following them from place to place until he made sure that he could get them alone. And so the trap was sprung, one he fully intended on making the best of.

Despite Chaos' struggles, he could only watch at Dragon padded over to Eternity dragged her away from the group, slashing her throat with his claws. He then padded over to their kits and pulled them out of the nest, one by one by one, and despite their small cries and feeble blows, killed them right in front of Chaos. Nearly blinded by grief and fury, Chais fought like a wildcat, killing two of Dragon's group until blood loss prevented him form moving anymore.

Dragon sat back, watching all of this with two of the remaining kits besides him. Alcatraz and Metra, a small she cat whose golden pelt was almost an exact replica of her mothers. He padded over to Chaos and with a gloating look, slashed tiny Alcatraz's stomach, leaving him unable to move and bleeding to death next to his father. As his son died and Dragon was bent over the last kit, his Metra, Chaos slashed out with his claws, catching Dragon behind the next in a critical hit, a one kill blow.

But that blow had cost Chaos the last of his strength and with a sigh he laid his head back down on the bloodstained grass, his eyes glazing over. The last thing he saw before he succumbed to the darkness was Eternity, his beautiful mate, friend, and lover who would live on within him, no matter where he was headed to. And so the great cat Chaos died and with him, the last of the cats from the once proud number one ruling Clans of the forest. But our story doesn't end here, for little Metra, no bigger than an apprentice laid among the dead, her tiny body quivering with fear, grief, and a sense of loss.

But she knew that if she stayed there then those cats could come back and what would happen then? So instead she ran, doing the only thing a kit in her position could do. And ran and ran, never staying in one place longer than a few sunrises. Soon Fall turned into Winter and Winter turned into Spring, allowing a fully grown she cat to emerge. Metra was now a she cat, fully grown and powerful in her own right. But to her, not yet powerful enough. She wanted strength so that what had happened to her family would never happen to anyone again.

It was around this time that she met a strange cat, a tom whom she had seen following her numerous times. Warily she hid in the shadows, waiting, watching until it was the perfect chance to strike and bring him down. But as fate would have it, he was not what she had expected. No instead of asking for mercy he just watched her, smiling as she held him down, threatening to slit his throat. Perplexed and thoroughly confused, she had allowed him to live after he expressed the only reason he had been following her was that they had the same goal in mind, even if she herself hadn't recognized it yet.

With a companion she never thought possible, she and the tom continued along their ways, until they found a place that suited their needs. During the months of traveling, she had told him the very deepest of her secrets, her past and about her family. He was an only child, abandoned when he was young and both wanted to change the future so that history would not repeat itself. They took up residence in a ruin, and after time went by began to think of ways to expand their own grasp of this new territory. The two set off once again together, persuading, kidnapping, and even killing cats to make a Clan of their own. And so the League was born.

Deemed Primal Instinct by those who heard of the fast growing group, shield away from it as these cats were more likely to kill you first and ask questions later. The League became powerful as they continued on their journey, gathering cats as they went along. With Metra as the Nemesis, the League began to grow quickly at a amazing rate. With new names and positions, these two cats built upon themselves a deadly force to be reckoned with. And now they are here, finally settling down in a territory not far from the Clans which was only spell disaster. But for whom? That is yet to be seen.

And so begins the story of Primal Instinct.