((this RP is set shortly after the events of the CYOA, and takes place in Telk))Rumors move swiftly among shadows.
Normally, this worked to the advantage of the Shadowclan. They were themselves items of legend, happy to exist in the imagination and reluctant to step out into the light. But they were accustomed to being the topic of rumors, not caught in the middle of them.
Much had happened in the seasons since Rotiart had been thrown from the pack. So much, in fact, that the Brotherhood had grown accustomed to chaos. Now, the deathly calm that fell over their swampland home was unnerving.
With no traitor to hunt down, what activities were left to fill the long hours of the night?
With no alpha to return, what god did the brothers have left to turn to?
There was only one thing left: They must rebuild, somehow, or risk vanishing forever into the shadows.