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.
THUNDERCLAN
SHADOWCLAN
WINDCLAN
RIVERCLAN
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name as she-cat of the month for (reasoning here).
name as high position of the month for (reasoning here).
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[/i]- and had taken her own advice. It was a strange change but, over the seasons, she starting to get use to it.
This would be her first leaf-fall in the elder's den, however, and she could already feel the air changing in her bones. Just as the trees ached underneath the new wind- so did her bones. The cold weather would be coming soon- she could tell already.
It was this pain, and feeling of change, that had Fawnheart awake so early this morning. Had there been a medicine cat she would have taken some leaves for the ache, but, well- StarClan would supply them. StarClan would take care of them. Until then she would be fine.
"Good morning, love," She purred back upon feeling the wet of her mate's nose in her side. There was only one cat who treated her in such a way- no one else would for fear of his ire.
"How is my great leader this morning, hm?" She smiled as she pushed herself to her feet, turning to face her ginger tom and the mouse he brought her. "Have you sent the patrols out, already?" [/ul][/font][/blockquote]
[/font] he replied, rasping his tongue over her ear. He would have to leave soon, of course. There was plenty of work to be done. Patrols would need to be sent out just after sunrise, and he would be expected to go with them. It was tempting to simply lay down with her all day. But there was hunting to be done, and he wanted to patrol the RiverClan border personally. "No; it's still early. Most aren't yet awake." [/ul]