Aug 29, 2020 22:29:01 GMT
Post by Admin on Aug 29, 2020 22:29:01 GMT
I've fallen in love with a man on the run
He's raised on the edge of the devil's backbone
The clans lived in relative peace for several generations. Stories of the clan's first home in the forest slowly faded from memory, replaced with tales of the Great Journey to their new lakeside home. However, life of feral cats wasn't easy and like all things they come to an end. Endtime came when the Colony arrived.
These cats ventured from a nearby two-legged settlement. At first, they seemed harmless, taking up refuge in an old abandoned twoleg nest. Clan-cats were advised to ignore them and continue on their ways. When Leafbare came, greencough ran rampant in the cats, infecting young and old without hesitation. Clan number dwindled down in the cold moons. The Colony made their move. Most of the cats in the colony had been vaccinated by twolegs, protected against the deadly greencough. As the clan cats fought over herbs and what little prey that could be found, the colony invaded. First, they moved borders then took over large sections of WindClan and RiverClan's territory. Their ambition to own the entire valley was greater than could ever be imagined. Treaties were created in haste to reduce the casualties. The Colony retained a sizeable portion of the lakeside territory, reshuffling borders as Greenleaf approached.
These treaties did not stop the Colony for long. Ordered by their leader, the colony started to steal kits to indoctrinate them in their ways. The majority of the colony had made sterile by the same twolegs that granted immunity to greencough. The Clans fought tooth and claw to recover their kit's but as already weakened by the harsh leafbare, warriors fell.
StarClan, saddened by the state of their living and loyal kin, offered aid.
Four warriors, one from each of the Clans, received a dream from StarClan. Escape the lakeside or risk the total destruction of the Clan's way of life. Firelight of WindClan, Shadeheart of ThunderClan, Lilywish of RiverClan, and Berrythorn of ShadowClan joined together by the stars of the new moon and left the lakeside territories to seek a new home. They traveled several days and well into the early days of Greenleaf. They finally found a place, a land with plenty of space for the clans to all move and escape the colony.
The four of them returned to the lakeside territory only to find the Clans in disarray. The Colony had clutched the figurative throats of the Clans. In the last-ditch effort to maintain their ways, each of the chosen cats returned to their homes to spread the news. The Clans would leave the lakeside at the next crescent moon just a few days away.
To the Guides' horror, only fifteen cats total, four from each of the clans had arrived at gathering place. They waited until the early moments of dawn before the Colony's leader arrived. A tall, slender she-cat with pure white fur and amber eyes stood before them. She spoke of her new laws. She would allow the Clans to continue living their savage ways if they paid tribute to the colony with one kit sent to them at each full moon at the Clan's gathering. The chosen cats refused such an idea, stating StarClan would never allow it. The Colony's leader replied she would rid the lakeside of StarClan, starting with them.
Attacked by the colony's largest fighters, they all barely managed to escape. Forced to tend to their wounded and take the journey at a slower pace, the runaways are now just arriving at their new mountainside home. Determined to succeed to maybe one day return to save the rest of their kin, they must first establish their way of life in the vastly under-explored mountainside territory.
These cats ventured from a nearby two-legged settlement. At first, they seemed harmless, taking up refuge in an old abandoned twoleg nest. Clan-cats were advised to ignore them and continue on their ways. When Leafbare came, greencough ran rampant in the cats, infecting young and old without hesitation. Clan number dwindled down in the cold moons. The Colony made their move. Most of the cats in the colony had been vaccinated by twolegs, protected against the deadly greencough. As the clan cats fought over herbs and what little prey that could be found, the colony invaded. First, they moved borders then took over large sections of WindClan and RiverClan's territory. Their ambition to own the entire valley was greater than could ever be imagined. Treaties were created in haste to reduce the casualties. The Colony retained a sizeable portion of the lakeside territory, reshuffling borders as Greenleaf approached.
These treaties did not stop the Colony for long. Ordered by their leader, the colony started to steal kits to indoctrinate them in their ways. The majority of the colony had made sterile by the same twolegs that granted immunity to greencough. The Clans fought tooth and claw to recover their kit's but as already weakened by the harsh leafbare, warriors fell.
StarClan, saddened by the state of their living and loyal kin, offered aid.
Four warriors, one from each of the Clans, received a dream from StarClan. Escape the lakeside or risk the total destruction of the Clan's way of life. Firelight of WindClan, Shadeheart of ThunderClan, Lilywish of RiverClan, and Berrythorn of ShadowClan joined together by the stars of the new moon and left the lakeside territories to seek a new home. They traveled several days and well into the early days of Greenleaf. They finally found a place, a land with plenty of space for the clans to all move and escape the colony.
The four of them returned to the lakeside territory only to find the Clans in disarray. The Colony had clutched the figurative throats of the Clans. In the last-ditch effort to maintain their ways, each of the chosen cats returned to their homes to spread the news. The Clans would leave the lakeside at the next crescent moon just a few days away.
To the Guides' horror, only fifteen cats total, four from each of the clans had arrived at gathering place. They waited until the early moments of dawn before the Colony's leader arrived. A tall, slender she-cat with pure white fur and amber eyes stood before them. She spoke of her new laws. She would allow the Clans to continue living their savage ways if they paid tribute to the colony with one kit sent to them at each full moon at the Clan's gathering. The chosen cats refused such an idea, stating StarClan would never allow it. The Colony's leader replied she would rid the lakeside of StarClan, starting with them.
Attacked by the colony's largest fighters, they all barely managed to escape. Forced to tend to their wounded and take the journey at a slower pace, the runaways are now just arriving at their new mountainside home. Determined to succeed to maybe one day return to save the rest of their kin, they must first establish their way of life in the vastly under-explored mountainside territory.
The start