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When cats first came to the unmarked territory of the forest they lived together in small groups, they were not named as clans yet. They fought constantly, thinking someone or something would steal prey, or would kill them all. They felt doomed and concealed, many cats died during the early stages of life, but one night under a full moon they met in a clearing with four oaks bordering round, stand lumberous and tall.
They spoke, claws unsheathed and yowls sounded. They ended up fighting one another and killed many felines in the process. They hid among the brambles and rested, but when they awoke they were bathed in moonlight. The cats that had died that night had turned into stary souls, healed and fit then they spoke: " Unite; or die."
The first to speak was a black she-cat, she rose with stiff and werry legs. "My name is Shadow," She mewed,"How should we unite, unless we have a leader? I can hunt in the depths of the darkest night. Let shadow rule the forest!"
" And you would lead us into darkness too!" meowed a silvery gray tom with green eyes, he cleared his throat then yowled:" I am River! I move through the forest along secret paths and hidden places. It is River, not Shadow, who should unite the forest!"
" The forest is more than River and Shadow," growled a wiry brown she-cat. " Wind alone reaches its distant corners. I am fast as the wind that blows from the high moors. I should be the ruler!"
The largest surving cat was called Thunder. He was a fiery orange tom with amber eyes and large white paws. " What good is any of that compared to my strength and skill at hunting? If any cat was born to rule, it is I!"
" You are all as foolish as ducks!" A spirit yowled. " Can't you think beyond yourselves for one moment? Think of your kits!"
The four felines-Shadow, River, Wind, and Thunder-looked up at the tabby, but none of them spoke. " The forest is big enough to feed all your families and many more," the she-spirit mewed." You need to find other cats like you, choose a home in the forest, and set down borders."
The spirits promised they would look after them and told them they should meet every full moon and not to shed blood. " You will be warriors!" a tom spirit spoke, " You will live by a warrior code and your hearts will be filled with courage and nobility. If you must fight, it will not be for greed, but for honor and justice." Thunder nodded his broad orange head. " This is wise advice. I believe we can choose our territories and lay down borders fairly, in peice." That night they did so.
Our story takes place when the cats have taken their cats in and have made clans... will they be safe, or will the ferious fightening contine?
The age of the Warrior Clans begins, resting in your paws
About The Clans:
ThunderClan: in peace, they are respectful to other clans. In battle they are fierce, courageous, and loyal. ThunderClan cats speak out for what is right and are not afraid to challenge the warrior code. They hunt mice, voles, squirrels, teh occasional rabbit, starlings, magpies, wood pigeons and thrushes.
WindClan: Fiercely loyal, tough, fast-running, and easily offended cats. They are nervous and quick to flee, due to the lack of cover on the open moor. They take pride in being the cloosest Clan to the Moonstone by HighRocks. They hunt mainly rabbits. They blend well with their surrounding because they are generally brown or gray.
RvierClan: Contented, sleek, and well fed. Long fur and glossy coats. They love beautiful things and often collect rocks, shells and feathers for their dens. They do not fear ater and hunt in it for they are strong swimmers. They hunt fish, water voles, shrews and mice.
ShadowClan: Battle-hungry, agressive, ambitious and greedy for territory. It is said that the cold wind chills their hearts and makes them suspicous and untrusting. They hunt best at night and hunt lizards, frogs, rats and crowfood. Rarely mice, or squirrel.
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