Post by The Commander on Oct 16, 2013 19:04:33 GMT
✚ The History
The Clans, originated around the lake. For generations, after deciding to move from the mountains, the four Clans lived in the natural flow of life, sadness, happiness, death and life. There was everything they needed around the lake, the Moonpool, the Gathering Island, prey and shelter. Two-legs would come and go, and travesties would happen. However, the four powerful groups survived, wild and free.
It started when StarClan began to experience winter. Strange scents appeared on the living plane, as if cats were crossing borders. Tensions rose and accusations flew. StarClan began to fall into turmoil, and the medicine cats were left with garbled pleas and confusing phrases, that only served to compound the bad situation. Living cats began to turn up with injuries, with no explanation. Fear began to turn the air sour, and soon leaf-bare made it swell into death.
Prey was scarce, as were healing herbs. Illness after illness struck the Clans, depleting almost a third of the entire population between the four Clans. By time new-leaf came around, life was miserable, and it only got worse. StarClan was almost silent, and dreams of blood and pain curdled sleep. It was by mid-newleaf that Yellowspots, ThunderClan's medicine cat, suggested leaving. They would not survive another winter by the lake. It was fear and paranoia speaking, but it spread like fire. For a few moons, the idea circulated, having those who opposed and supported it.
Yellowspots, Silverwhisker, Spiderjaw, and Whitetail, the medicine cats of the time, were given a message, just before green-leaf hit with it's unbearable heat. The land was dying, poison from two-legs dumping in the lake was killing fish, disease the animals and plants. They were also told that StarClan was on the brink of destruction. The Dark Forest had risen, and killed the holy spirits, or tried to. They said that they had sent the youngest of their ranks to a new home, to start a new StarClan. That they would hold off the Dark Forest for as long as possible. The cat who spoke to the healers, told them to travel over the mountains, that the youngest surviving members of StarClan, the most recently dead, would greet them when they found it.
When the message was given, arguments broke out. Fear. Hope. Urgency. All emotions felt through the four territories. Despite indecision and reluctance to leave their homes, it took them only one moon to prepare. All four Clans gathered, and traveled across the mountains. For four moons they traveled, until they found the forest. It was perfect. It took a few moons to sort out the Clans, and borders were set.
It's only been three moons since the borders were set. New life is being created, ignorant of the storm of their previous home. A new start. Unfortunately, StarClan took this literally. With a single meeting at the Moonstone, the Clans were shattered from their dreams of a peaceful beginning. The next leaders were pointed out to the medicine cats of the Clans. There was no subtly about this. How, they got the future leaders to be deputy, was up to each cat.
Yellowspots of ThunderClan, told her leader honestly the problem at hand. The leader bowed her head and agreed. Her deputy was growing old, and the excuse of 'needing' a strong front aided her.
Whitetail of ShadowClan, spoke to the deputy directly. The molly accepted the truth of a medicine cat, and stepped down. She had kits within two moons of her release of duty.
Spiderjaw of WindClan, went to both leader and deputy. Both rejected and scoffed. The tom, in moment of fear for the future, fed the tom death-berries when green-cough brought him low. The deputy died.
Silverwhisker of RiverClan, not only spoke to the deputy and leader at length, but stepped down from her position as well. She became the ex-deputy's mate. Her apprentice took over.
It was not apparent at the time, but something was wrong with StarClan. The Leaders, who so bravely led them from home to home, did not survive long. They found their ways to their ends, some graceful, some not. StarClan, was darker and more dangerous than before. They were not afraid to interfere as they had been before. The fear of the DarkForest, pushed the light into shadow, and now, they must find who will win.
- the plot started about 22 moons ago
- the cats received the message to move 7 moons ago
- they waited 1 moon
- they traveled for 4 moons
- it took 1 moon to settle out the new territories
- borders were set 6 moons ago
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