i see a bad moon rising

Welcome, visitor. Welcome to a forest where four Clans reside in constant competition, where loners and rogues struggle on the sidelines, where the strong are outmaneuvered by the weak and the brave make their own way through will alone. Welcome to a forest where StarClan does not speak, and no cat knows the reason for their silence. In a forest where nothing is certain, the only constant is the will of individuals to survive because every breath could be their last.

When the ancestors they vaunted went silent, there was confusion at first. Then there was panic and fear, unrest and blame. Moons passed without a word from the Clans' starry ancestors, and tensions rose until at last a bloodbath at Fourtrees put an end to the Gathering tradition. Thus began a period of silence between all the Clans of the forest—one which continues to stretch on with no end in sight.

Now StarClan has been silent for a full year, and chaos still reigns. ThunderClan and RiverClan are on the verge of war, and conflict within ShadowClan has split the Clan into two factions—the believers and the rebels. No cat hears from WindClan any more, as they keep to themselves and their so-called prophet, worshipping her in lieu of the ancestors who no-longer offer their guidance. As falling leaves herald the leaf-bare that is on its way, no cat knows what the coming moons will hold for the forest's four Clans.

i see a bad moon rising Dec 27, 2014 0:11:14 GMT -5

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Post by GMO Certified Space Jam on Dec 27, 2014 0:11:14 GMT -5

Brindletail; Shadowclan Rebel

With a final lick, Brindletail dropped the rock she held up back in its place and licked her lips in distaste.

Grubs were disgusting.

Getting up from where she sat, Brindetail padded around a large rock to where she'd left her recent kill, and flicked her long tail. It was a pathetic pile, a couple of tiny lizards and a scrawny bird she didn't feel like identifying looked at her accusingly. She was hungry and tired, but refused to eat anything from either her kills or the pile. It was for the clan only, she ate bugs to stave of some of her hunger, at least for a bit. The she-cat let out a long sigh and glanced around, nothing but rocks and hard flat ground.

Brindletail shook her head, 'at least its something' she thought, picking up her kill and started off to camp.

The sun was high up in the sky as she reached camp, not a cloud in sight but the wind was chilled and sharp, reminding her uncomfortably of the coming leaf-bare. She tried not to think about it, about how small the pile of fresh-kill was or the way her stomach gnawed painfully, that she tripped and almost knocked Duskfang over. Brindletail scrambled to her paws, mortified.

"Sorry! Sorry!" she meowed, embarrassed beyond belief, she almost flattened her clan deputy. Hastily shoving her kill in the pile, hunger forgotten as she focused on not turning into a puddle of embarrassed fur. "I was't looking where I was going." She mrrowed, then as an afterthought, "Won't happen again"

Post by Ki on Dec 18, 2014 23:59:18 GMT -5

Post by GMO Certified Space Jam on Dec 27, 2014 0:11:14 GMT -5

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