Post by Fallen on Dec 20, 2010 11:49:48 GMT 10
the forest life
the lake was been polluted. in the summers there were more two-legs running around, and every year the number grew. there was no more fresh water, too many close calls, too much threatening their existence... the clans needed to leave their second home if they wanted to live much longer.
so they did.
they walked for miles, and many died. as many as twenty dead, twenty from every clan; no kits survived; sickness was everywhere. it was a journey that brought death at its heart, but brought new allies in its wake. they picked up few wild cats long the way, cats that that seemed to know their way around. they stopped in northern california, right along the pacific coast... but of course, it didn't end there.
half of the cats wanted new reform in the clans; the other half wanted normality, wanted their old alliances and their old leaders --if they had lived. a few others stayed out of the arguments. whatever happened, they were glad to be alive; nothing else mattered. in the end, reform won.
three clans.
the agile cats of the forest called themselves treeclan. those who loved the open sky favoured the wastes and called themselves barrenclan. those of the open forest and the hard hearts were named boulderclan.
though the war is over, the negative is still here. hawkfrost and tigerstar are here yet again to take revenge against the 'kittypets' that ruined them. they have chosen very few to spread ideas and rumors about those around them, turning others against each other so the ones that have been... let's say 'changed'... can shine through and take control, changing the lives of the cats into a torturous, tyrannical hell.
hell. it's only as bad as you make it.
enter ?