Post by Fog Where Sun Beams on May 22, 2012 18:01:59 GMT -5
The cats of the Clans work together in harmony under the watchful eyes of StarClan as they have for so many seasons. The tale of legendary Firestar is a great legacy for his kin and those who were his supporters to pass down through the ever continuing generations. Clan life is perfect- there's no prey shortages, even in the heftiest Leaf- bares, each territory is separated equally and fairly. Boundary and prey quarrels do not exist, and neither do the dawn and dusk patrols for each Clan does not feel threatened by each other. They seem to know the punishment for breaking such 'harmless' rules. The warrior code seems to have been forgotten after Firestar's ninth life was lost to natural causes. Or so the cats think. It is unknown what he died from, the only cats who understand the Heroes death are the Leaders and their Medicine Cats. Otherwise, the tragedy remains hidden. Out of Clan mating is prohibited, but not reinforced. Half- Clan kits are welcomed, as are loners and kittypets alike. The pure bloodlines have been seemingly shattered.
In an attempt to maintain what was once sacred blood, the cats began to slaughter their own, reducing their numbers greatly. The rogues and kittypets could not stand it and eventually created their on Clan. A battle spread across the perfect world, and the cat's serenity had been lost, the pieces never to return. With clean bloodlines, important facts of their heritage had been lost in those who had been accused of false blood, those who'd been slaughtered for their seemingly sinful intrude. But most of the ones slaughtered carried the purest blood. The cats feel betrayed by their beloved StarClan, and only rarely listen to their heeds and warnings. Eventually, the dawn and dusk patrols started again, boundaries and prey more protected then ever. Though the world is still seemingly perfect, it is slowly turning upside down. The numbers are still scarce, and every new moon, one cat, chosen by StarClan from each Clan search for the legendary fifth Clan, SkyClan with no guidance. Somehow the legends of the fifth Clan who were mercilessly kicked form the harmony of the four remaining Clans had lived on. It is said they remember the true warrior ways... If only the cats could locate them. But the cats rarely return. And the Clans have a sense of being watched, and are rarely at ease anymore. Are the kittypets planning another attack? Are the menace forces of the Dark Forest rising, plotting to take out each Clan and create their own blood-lustful Clans, by watching the cats and their ways? No cat knows for sure. Just remember...
Someone's watching over you.
In an attempt to maintain what was once sacred blood, the cats began to slaughter their own, reducing their numbers greatly. The rogues and kittypets could not stand it and eventually created their on Clan. A battle spread across the perfect world, and the cat's serenity had been lost, the pieces never to return. With clean bloodlines, important facts of their heritage had been lost in those who had been accused of false blood, those who'd been slaughtered for their seemingly sinful intrude. But most of the ones slaughtered carried the purest blood. The cats feel betrayed by their beloved StarClan, and only rarely listen to their heeds and warnings. Eventually, the dawn and dusk patrols started again, boundaries and prey more protected then ever. Though the world is still seemingly perfect, it is slowly turning upside down. The numbers are still scarce, and every new moon, one cat, chosen by StarClan from each Clan search for the legendary fifth Clan, SkyClan with no guidance. Somehow the legends of the fifth Clan who were mercilessly kicked form the harmony of the four remaining Clans had lived on. It is said they remember the true warrior ways... If only the cats could locate them. But the cats rarely return. And the Clans have a sense of being watched, and are rarely at ease anymore. Are the kittypets planning another attack? Are the menace forces of the Dark Forest rising, plotting to take out each Clan and create their own blood-lustful Clans, by watching the cats and their ways? No cat knows for sure. Just remember...
Someone's watching over you.
How does this sound? Or is it too cheesy? I just wanted to make a plot |: Please help me think of a better idea if this one sucks! Or help me build on this one... I don't care either way!