Many seasons ago, a flood rampaged through the forest, which was home to four Clans: ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and WindClan. In the end, it destroyed the entire forest, causing the Clans to get lost in the process. The Clans traveled to a far away land, away from all familiar areas. Many cats died on the journey, leaving just a pitiful few left. The few survivors became kittypets, rogues, or stayed as part of their Clan, trying to bring them back together. Eventually, the Clans true ancestry was lost beneath everything. No one could answer the question of who founded the original four Clans. The stories and tales of the "Old Life", when they lived peacefully in the forest were lost, the only things that remained were the names of the Clans. Everything seemed grim for the remaining Clan descendants. The Clans were just known as groups, nothing more and nothing less. But, hope shone through eventually, when four brave cats decided to finally restablish the Clans under new identities. The four cats went by the name of: Creek, Summit, Pine, and Dark. They gave names to the Clans once again, named after themselves and their territories, creating the Clans as we know them.
This is how it should be, and this is how it always will be.
SummitClan: These cats are considered to be descendants of WindClan, but some Clans consider them not one of the original four due to how they have changed. With lean bodies and thick fur, they have adapted from life on the moors to life on the mountains.
PineClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of ThunderClan, they live in the thick forest where they use the undergrowth as an advantage. Their muscular shoulders make them excellent fighters.
DarkClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of ShadowClan, but have adopted being quick instead of relying on brute strength to win their battles. Their teeth are known to be the sharpest in the world, while their territory, the darkest in the current lands.
CreekClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of RiverClan, considered the most "pure" of all the Clans due to them being so alike to their ancestors. They are excellent swimmers, and take a lot of pride into their skills.
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Smokepaw listened as Jackdawstar began to reveal his plan, his eyes widening. He had realized that there hadn't been many apprentices to tell of his achievements to, and there weren't any kits, but he hadn't realized things were that bad. But instead of feeling worried, the tom began to grin. Why? Well, he was 100% sure that he would be chosen to go on the patrol. Sitting up tall, he puffed out his chest slightly.
Good thing that his leader had instructed his mentor to train him, he would put in a special request to learn to fight. As the tom sat there, an image came to mind. It was of him with his muscles rippling, leading a group of city cats back to camp as they clustered eagerly around him, praises slipping off their tongues. He began to zone out, day-dreaming.
Waspfang simply narrowed her eyes at Civettail and bit her tongue. As much as an excellent warrior that cat was, Civettail was a rude and snobby clanmate. After that, she geared her attention over to her black leader and awaited his announcements.
As you know, the clan is struggling with numbers. Not too many apprentices or warriors, no Deputy and no Medicine Cats... Wondering if anything new would come up, the russet she-cat paid full respect to her leader and listened attentively to what he said. The only time she broke focus was when she glanced over to see if her apprentice was listening, which thankfully, it looked like he was. The most recent check she did made her notice, however, that he seemed to be fantasizing about something. Ignoring that, she paid attention to her leader once again.
She listened and was slightly shocked when Jackdawstar said city cats. When she spoke with him, Waspfang didn't know that he meant the city cats. They were vicious and dangerous. Add that to the fact that most of them don't believe in codes and they had a scary thing to be messing with.
"No disrespect sir, but are you sure messing with city cats is a smart idea? They're dangerous enough as is, but add on the fact that most despise us and the code, and we are poking all the wrong rats. I don't want to risk our already small numbers..." Hoping that Jackdawstar didn't get angry, Waspfang sat tall, confident in what she had said.
Post by LunaTheMoon on Nov 9, 2016 16:58:41 GMT -5
Deerpaw raised her head looking at Waspfang with a surprised look on her face, was she really speaking out to the leader? Deerpaw shook her head and covered her face with her paws not wanting to see what was going to happen next thinking that the leader was going to do something bad. The small apprentice didn't realize that Smokepaw was close enough to her that he could see her cower. ☽ Ash ☾, ∞Tҽα∞, Ғiѳгұ
Jackdawstar frowned as Waspfang spoke. While she made a fair point, he didn't like her amount of cautiousness. "What else do you suggest we do then?" He replied, his voice coming out a bit sharper than he wanted.
His logic was that, as a Leader, you must take risk. If they didn't go out now and take their chances to see if they could bring back any new cats, then they would slowly but surely die off. Unless a cat chose a mate soon, but no mollies seemed interested in doing so.
DarkClan cats had always been ambitious, always willing to go farther than the other Clans, but in the time they had spent struggling with small numbers they had become meek and cautious, glancing over their shoulders in fear and suspicion.
"Because if we don't figure out something soon, the rest of you know our fate is doomed..."
Wapfang sighed. "It's only because the city cats are kind of... Hostile. We cannot risk our already small numbers. If we do have to go to the city though, I suggest we train to hone our fighting skills before that." The russet molly sighed and shut her mouth, hoping that her leader wouldn't get mad.
He flicked an ear as he heard cats talking out in the clearing. While he would love to go out and chat with them, he was nose deep in organizing rotten and usable herbs. He'd have to go out and gather up a fresh stock soon, luckily it would be an easy task because of the good weather they had been having. Tossing some withered chervil leaves into his junk pile, he sneezed as he kicked up some dust with his tail.
Sniffling, he flicked his tail and glanced outside of his den. The leader and several warriors seemed to be discussing.. something. He didn't really know what exactly because he hadn't been listening, but it was easy to see that the atmosphere was uneasy and tense.
Picking up the bundle of useless and dried out plants, he trotted out of his den and warily passed through the camp's clearing. Giving everyone a quick glance over, he headed towards the camp entrance. While keeping a low profile wasn't really his forte, he did his best in doing so.
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"Our cats are trained, Waspfang." Jackdawstar responded to the Warrior's protest, dismissing them quickly, before narrowing his eyes. "And I assume you were listening to my orders just a second ago, for all Mentors to go train their Apprentices? Now, unless anyone has anymore complaints, this meeting is at it's end."
He paused for a moment, looking over his cats, before hopping down from the Jagged Rock. The black tom ignored the Medicine Cat, Petalflight, as he walked passed. He knew the tom was probably busy, and would come listen if he wished to, but it didn't really bother the Leader that he was leaving the Camp and didn't attend the meeting.
After a pause, the tom swung his black head around in search for his Apprentice, who most certainly needed to be trained right away. "Wolfpaw!" He hollered to the young tom. "We're training, come on."
Smokepaw was drawn out of his daydream as his mentor put out an objection. He was very satisfied with Jackdawstar's answer, their clan was trained, and strong! As the meeting was put to an end, he sprang to his paws and headed closer to Waspfang. "Come on, let's train. I want to learn how to fight today." It probably would have been smarter for the tom to phrase his words as a question, instead of demanding to be taught a certain thing. But politeness wasn't his strong point, and he was already walking swiftly towards the camp exit.
Waspfang grunted to the young tomcat. "Obviously I'm going to train you how to fight if we're going to the city," the mentor responded, clearly agitated. She huffed before continuing out of the camp, flicking her tail to beckon her apprentice.
Wolfpaw's tufted ears raised as the leader hollered his name. Bounding over to the black leader, the apprentice smiled very faintly and dug his black claws into the ground. "I've been working on my fighting, sir. I hope I will please you today."
Jackdawstar's grin expression was forced into a small grin as Wolfpaw spoke. Training on his own, the tom thought, now that's when you know what kind of cat you're working with. This hopefully won't be too bad...
The tom certainly wasn't easy to please, as Wolfpaw would soon find out, but he felt at ease now knowing that his Apprentice had the makings of a fine worker.
"Let's go." He grunted, his lanky body easily drawing him out of the Camp at a fast rate. He knew Wolfpaw would be able to catch up, he had trained enough cats to know that Apprentices dreaded being left behind.
☽ Ash ☾, lol terrible sorry, can you post in the territory first?
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