Post by Feather on Jul 8, 2007 10:47:24 GMT -5
U N F O C U S E D
Moons passed since the six brave cats returned from the sun-drown place and in turn brought them to the territory around the lake. However, the land there soon turned brown and barren. Not so much as a mouse could be found in all four territories. Of course, by that time, they had already changed their Clans' names to BrookClan, DawnClan, FernClan and SandClan. Perhaps to lessen the pain of remembrance. No cat knew, no cat found out, and no cat remembered. Stories were all they had left, and stories there would be, rumors spun, legends forgotten...
Seasons passed, and the clans lived about the lake, but a deadly change overcame the area. Drought. The water dry, the seasons harsh, and the conditions bad, the Clans reluctantly left the place that they had called home for so many moons.
A new place was found, near the sun-drown place, the salty tang in the air keeping the forest nearby cool and bearable, even in green-leaf. It remained the peaceful home of the clans - until Darkstar rose to power. Darkstar was everything the others were not - subtle, charismatic, handsome, intelligent, deadly... It seemed that he would never die, and no one dared challenge him, but, finally, he was brought down on a patrol taken by his own clanmates. Gone physically, the clans rejoiced, yet, there was something left of the evil leader - his son. Tornpaw. Strong, showing much promise, and good at what he did, he was shunned and threatened. StarClan, however, saw what the clans did not - fragments of Tornpaw's clouded future. They knew he would not become Darkstar, yet, the still sought a way to prevent another Darkstar. Misfortune befell the clans once more, and Tornpaw was blamed when his kind, loving mentor was slaughtered. It would be the start of a war that had to be caught, and so StarClan sent down a prophecy to four cats, four hopes.
Though doubt stirred their hearts, StarClan depended on the living cats to keep the peace in the forest. But with the shadowed souls of the newer generation, would they survive the dark and clouded time?
Before blood is spilled,
And the sun bleeds red,
Heal the slash,
Destroy the dread
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