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Hi there! My name is Madigan, but you can call me Madi! Madigan is the Irish term for “little dog”. I chose this name for a few reasons! The first being for my baby and “little dog”, Morgan, and the second, because I am part Irish on my dad’s side!
Now you must be wondering why my nickname on here is “Little Bear”. My friend actually gave me that nickname. I am 5’ 2” and love to sleep like a bear hibernating in winter, so I am quite literally like a little bear!

WELCOME TRAVELER…

Many moons ago, the forest was a wilderness, untamed by territories. Dogs came into the forest, drawn in by the soft rustlings of small creatures, shadows under the water, and the sudden commotion of birds’ wings in the trees. The dogs lived in small groups, not yet Clans and there were no borders set down. The dogs fought constantly, fearful that prey might run out and that their overlapping territories were being threatened. It was a lawless time for the forest, and many dogs died.

“Unite or die,” said the spirits. Four dogs – Shadow, River, Wind and Thunder – came forward claiming that they could individually unite the forest with their strengths. The spirits of the slain kin spoke again, “The forest is big enough to feed all your families and many more. You must each find other dogs like you, choose a home in the forest, and set down borders.” At that moment, the moon broke free of the clouds, revealing a circle of starlit spirit-dogs around the edge of the clearing – StarClan. A white male spirit-dog stepped forward. “If you do this,” he barked, “we will reward you with eight more lives, so that you may lead your Clans for many moons to come.” The StarClan promised to watch over the Clans from Silverpelt, a crowded path of stars that swept across the night sky, and to visit the Clan leaders in their dreams and to guide them on their journeys. The spirit-dogs proclaimed that all four Clans would meet at the full moon once a month at the four great oak trees for a night of truce.

Thunder, River, Wind, and Shadow were pronounced warriors by the spirit-dogs. “From now on, you will live by a warrior code. Your hearts will be filled with courage and nobility, and if you must fight, it will be not for greed, but for honor and justice.” And so the age of warrior Clans began – ShadowClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ThunderClan. There was not always peace between the Clans, but that was to be expected – dogs are born with claws and teeth for a reason. Still, as long as they lived by the warrior code, their fallen ancestors would watch over them and guide them through their lives.