Approximately 30 years after the Tribe of Twisted Roots shipwrecked and settled on the island, twolegs discovered the island. It was the perfect place to start a new town - it was a large enough island with many smaller surrounding islands, fresh water, and the proper soil to be able to cultivate crops. It wasn't long before the twolegs began building. They made buildings out of stone, planted new herbs that were not native to the island and even brought over some livestock and pets that would adapt to the tropical climate. Life was very peaceful for many years on the island - it was a little slice of paradise.

The twolegs and their new felines lived happily for many years, never even knowing that another group of (now) feral tribe cats lived on another island very close by. Everything worked in harmony, and another ten years passed peacefully. Things began to look dour when the weather took a turn for the worse. The storm clouds grew angry, and with them; the tensions of the twolegs. It wasn't long before the storm clouds turned into a strong storm that swept the island into chaos. The twolegs began evacuating, many leaving their belongings and beloved pets behind in their panic to get themselves off the island. Some dedicated twolegs stayed behind but unfortunately did not survive. The hurricane blew through the town and made a ruin of many twoleg buildings. The surviving cats that had taken shelter met up in what remained of the town and held a meeting. It was decided that they needed to band together and try their best to survive.

The kittypets were quite scrappy; while a few died along the way, they managed to get by until one fated day when they came across a wrecked ship on the beach. Little did they know, the cats that were carried on the destroyed fishing boat would change their lives forever. The original clan cats shared their lives back home much to the wonderment of the island cats. For a time the two groups lived in loose harmony - but it was soon apparent that their views on day-to-day island life was too different to continue as one group. After the two clans divided: JungleClan and TidalClan were subsequently formed. JungleClan had the ambition to forge forward into the jungle whilst TidalClan lingered in the security that the twoleg town offered them.

For the next few years, life in TidalClan was pretty good under Reefstar's leadership. The clan prospered under his knowledge combined with the survival skills that they had learned from JungleClan. The tom was old, though, and he was no match for the hurricane that was about to hit. The hurricane in the 46th year during Shrieking Storms ripped through the camp and claimed Reefstar's life. The tom was replaced by a she-cat named Sandstar who wanted to push further into the unknown than her predecessor did. This was met with some resistance, and in the 50th year when she led a small patrol towards the volcano and never came back the clan took it as an omen from the Gods that they should never stray from their home again. Coconutstar takes over the role as leader, and under his rule - the clan becomes very sheltered.

Coconutstar was an elder, too, but far more nervous than Reefstar; many of the younger cats disagreed when he began to segregate the clan from the outside world. The clan started to become more religious during his leadership, his preaching often was based around the Gods and using them as a scare tactic to keep his disciples from wandering away from their camp. The old tom mandated that the first pieces of prey were to be dropped off the dock as offerings to the Gods. The clan was scared, hungry and morale was low. When Coconutstar died of old age, it was evident that the new leader of TidalClan needed to have passion to fuel a positive change because the clan is tired of living in fear of the weather, the Gods and what is beyond their borders. A fiery young she-cat named Tinystar was named leader - determined to regain the prosperity they once had under Reefstar.