Post by Riverstar on Jan 4, 2010 17:24:04 GMT -8
Before the time of the Clans, there was a time of rogues and loners. Even kittypets never dared to set a paw upon these desolate lands ravaged by the viciousness of the troops. Each was lead by the strongest and fiercest of their troops, or groups. The moons turned, and time went by. Many fell to the claws of the other clans, and different leaders took their troops to a new level.
The Western Troop, lead by Jackal and Kay, were by far the fiercer of the clans. Then there was the Southern Troop, lead by Blood and Snake. To the east lay the Eastern Troop, lead by Hawk and Flower. Finally there is the Northern Troop lead by Yule and Ice. Each troop had their livelihoods and ways of ruling. It was in the Western Troop that the prophecy first came to.
Jackal and Kay, long mates, had a litter of two that would change the world. Blossom, their second born kit, was a beautiful she-cat and bright young thing. Then there was Flood, their large and quiet tom-kit. He was also a bright kit, who thought that peace could be attained in all the troops. Not ultimate peace, but enough that they didn’t have to watch their backs every hour and everywhere. Flood, even as a kit, believed that there was a way.
Time passed and battles raged. He and his sister trained hard to deliver the best for their troop. Their father, the leader, had taken his daughter out for some training when they were attacked. Blossom didn’t make it. Alone, Jackal returned. The troop that killed her was the Southern Troop, often despised for their stealth and accuracy. Twenty moons had risen and fallen when Flood was finally deemed ready to enter the true battles of their Clan.
Battles had raged now, Flood being dragged in and out of them as he rested and wearied. During one battle, his former trainer, Fang, gave a yowl for retreat. “Jackal is dead! Retreat!” Flood did as he was told, bleary eyed and enraged that his elderly father was dead. His mother, whom was all he had left at this time, grieved for her fallen mate. Kay, having grieved too long, gave up on life and went to join her mate and daughter. Flood, having seen enough death, hardened at this. His entire family was gone.
Fang became leader, and Flood became the second leader. The war still raged and his troop continued their life for six more turns of the moon. He had just passed his second year when it began to happen. Vivid dreams came to him and he swore they were delivered by his sister, Blossom. No cat would listen to his cries as he told them of these dreams. He stood and watched as every cat began to turn on him, keeping their backs to him.
Others had been getting these vivid dreams as well. From the Northern Troop, a cat named Storm received them. From the Southern Troop, a tom by the name of Quake had these dreams. Finally, from the Eastern Troop, a tom by the name of Fire attained these new dreams. Each cat was turned on by their Troop, but every single one of the four figured they were alone.
The day of darkness came. The storm above them raged and the earth quaked. Fire steered through the forest and the waters came to quench it. Each troop, yowling in fear, turned to the four cats. Flood was the one that represented his Clan. There were three others, ones whom he had never met before, but had had the same dreams as him. The troops, bowing to the will of this new StarClan, listened and obeyed. The message was clear, and Flood listened as intently as the other three beside him.
The rogue days are over. From this time you shall abide by our rules and the code we bring to you. We have chosen four and they stand before you tall and proud. For the lands of the flood to the West, FloodClan will rule, lead by Jackal’s son, Flood. For the lands of the storm to the North, StormClan will rule, lead by Storm. For the lands of the quakes to the South, QuakeClan will rule, lead by Quake. Finally, for the lands of the fire to the East, FireClan will rule, lead by Fire.
The wind howled at them, speaking this. No cat could deny what was happening here. They could try, but the disasters could only encourage the truth.
From this moment on they will be known as Floodstar, Stormstar, Quakestar, and Firestar. We shall speak through them, and those that they chose to have as our messengers.
Each moved to their new home, the disasters that were sent by this new StarClan died down. Their lands, occasionally ravaged by the early disasters to remind the cats, flourished with new thoughts and ideas. It was time for a new age, and StarClan and its four messengers made sure of that. Each leader would never forget the final words that StarClan shared with the cats that were there that day.
Flood, Fire, Quake, and Storm will forever rule these lands.
Floodstar, Firestar, Quakestar, and Stormstar continued to lead their precious clans well into the next year. The troups had long died off, and the kits that had been with the troups grew up into warriors. Now the blood that is born there, within the clans, is purebred clan born. The troups have been laid to rest, but will new troubles rise up for the clan cats?
As time grew on, the original leaders aged too. The Clans had built themselves up enough to prepare themselves for the loss of the wise and notorious leaders of legend. Quakestar was the first to join StarClan, passing on in his sleep. Without a patrol or anyone to join them, Floodstar, Firestar, and Stormstar went to see the leader off. They watched as QuakeClan honored him before looking to the deputy. Floodstar knew that this was not the tradition as seen by StarClan, but the Clans had been born to a new area. Floodstar stood there, giving the ceremony to announce the new QuakeClan leader: Crackedstar of QuakeClan.
FireClan's leader was the next to go, but he went slightly different. His patrol had been facing down a badger, and Firestar gave his life to save his deputy. The orange pelted leader knew it was his time. Of course, the newest tradition died with the past leaders. Floodstar and Stormstar were the only ones that attended Firestar's demise. Again they looked to the deputy, and again they announced his arrival. Stormstar was pleased to see the new leader: Duskstar of FireClan.
Stormstar was the third to join his fellow leaders in StarClan, and he, like Quakestar, died in his sleep. Floodstar came to the despairing clan, and alone watched the ceremony. It was in StarClan's will to lay the old troops down at last, and for the Clans to live under the code. Stormstar had an excellent leader, and Floodstar turned to him to announced the arrival of StormClan's new leader: Swiftstar of StormClan.
Floodstar was the only one left, and he would die alone with only his deputy present. No leader of the past was their to comfort his clan or give them hope of new strength. He lay in his den, his back towards the light staring wearily into the darkness. As his last life began to leave him, the glowing spirits of Quakestar, Stormstar, and Firestar stood before him, nodding at his decision. Together, the three of them looked toward the deputy, giving him his new name: Riverstar of FloodClan.
It is here that we begin our history.
The Western Troop, lead by Jackal and Kay, were by far the fiercer of the clans. Then there was the Southern Troop, lead by Blood and Snake. To the east lay the Eastern Troop, lead by Hawk and Flower. Finally there is the Northern Troop lead by Yule and Ice. Each troop had their livelihoods and ways of ruling. It was in the Western Troop that the prophecy first came to.
Jackal and Kay, long mates, had a litter of two that would change the world. Blossom, their second born kit, was a beautiful she-cat and bright young thing. Then there was Flood, their large and quiet tom-kit. He was also a bright kit, who thought that peace could be attained in all the troops. Not ultimate peace, but enough that they didn’t have to watch their backs every hour and everywhere. Flood, even as a kit, believed that there was a way.
Time passed and battles raged. He and his sister trained hard to deliver the best for their troop. Their father, the leader, had taken his daughter out for some training when they were attacked. Blossom didn’t make it. Alone, Jackal returned. The troop that killed her was the Southern Troop, often despised for their stealth and accuracy. Twenty moons had risen and fallen when Flood was finally deemed ready to enter the true battles of their Clan.
Battles had raged now, Flood being dragged in and out of them as he rested and wearied. During one battle, his former trainer, Fang, gave a yowl for retreat. “Jackal is dead! Retreat!” Flood did as he was told, bleary eyed and enraged that his elderly father was dead. His mother, whom was all he had left at this time, grieved for her fallen mate. Kay, having grieved too long, gave up on life and went to join her mate and daughter. Flood, having seen enough death, hardened at this. His entire family was gone.
Fang became leader, and Flood became the second leader. The war still raged and his troop continued their life for six more turns of the moon. He had just passed his second year when it began to happen. Vivid dreams came to him and he swore they were delivered by his sister, Blossom. No cat would listen to his cries as he told them of these dreams. He stood and watched as every cat began to turn on him, keeping their backs to him.
Others had been getting these vivid dreams as well. From the Northern Troop, a cat named Storm received them. From the Southern Troop, a tom by the name of Quake had these dreams. Finally, from the Eastern Troop, a tom by the name of Fire attained these new dreams. Each cat was turned on by their Troop, but every single one of the four figured they were alone.
The day of darkness came. The storm above them raged and the earth quaked. Fire steered through the forest and the waters came to quench it. Each troop, yowling in fear, turned to the four cats. Flood was the one that represented his Clan. There were three others, ones whom he had never met before, but had had the same dreams as him. The troops, bowing to the will of this new StarClan, listened and obeyed. The message was clear, and Flood listened as intently as the other three beside him.
The rogue days are over. From this time you shall abide by our rules and the code we bring to you. We have chosen four and they stand before you tall and proud. For the lands of the flood to the West, FloodClan will rule, lead by Jackal’s son, Flood. For the lands of the storm to the North, StormClan will rule, lead by Storm. For the lands of the quakes to the South, QuakeClan will rule, lead by Quake. Finally, for the lands of the fire to the East, FireClan will rule, lead by Fire.
The wind howled at them, speaking this. No cat could deny what was happening here. They could try, but the disasters could only encourage the truth.
From this moment on they will be known as Floodstar, Stormstar, Quakestar, and Firestar. We shall speak through them, and those that they chose to have as our messengers.
Each moved to their new home, the disasters that were sent by this new StarClan died down. Their lands, occasionally ravaged by the early disasters to remind the cats, flourished with new thoughts and ideas. It was time for a new age, and StarClan and its four messengers made sure of that. Each leader would never forget the final words that StarClan shared with the cats that were there that day.
Flood, Fire, Quake, and Storm will forever rule these lands.
Floodstar, Firestar, Quakestar, and Stormstar continued to lead their precious clans well into the next year. The troups had long died off, and the kits that had been with the troups grew up into warriors. Now the blood that is born there, within the clans, is purebred clan born. The troups have been laid to rest, but will new troubles rise up for the clan cats?
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As time grew on, the original leaders aged too. The Clans had built themselves up enough to prepare themselves for the loss of the wise and notorious leaders of legend. Quakestar was the first to join StarClan, passing on in his sleep. Without a patrol or anyone to join them, Floodstar, Firestar, and Stormstar went to see the leader off. They watched as QuakeClan honored him before looking to the deputy. Floodstar knew that this was not the tradition as seen by StarClan, but the Clans had been born to a new area. Floodstar stood there, giving the ceremony to announce the new QuakeClan leader: Crackedstar of QuakeClan.
FireClan's leader was the next to go, but he went slightly different. His patrol had been facing down a badger, and Firestar gave his life to save his deputy. The orange pelted leader knew it was his time. Of course, the newest tradition died with the past leaders. Floodstar and Stormstar were the only ones that attended Firestar's demise. Again they looked to the deputy, and again they announced his arrival. Stormstar was pleased to see the new leader: Duskstar of FireClan.
Stormstar was the third to join his fellow leaders in StarClan, and he, like Quakestar, died in his sleep. Floodstar came to the despairing clan, and alone watched the ceremony. It was in StarClan's will to lay the old troops down at last, and for the Clans to live under the code. Stormstar had an excellent leader, and Floodstar turned to him to announced the arrival of StormClan's new leader: Swiftstar of StormClan.
Floodstar was the only one left, and he would die alone with only his deputy present. No leader of the past was their to comfort his clan or give them hope of new strength. He lay in his den, his back towards the light staring wearily into the darkness. As his last life began to leave him, the glowing spirits of Quakestar, Stormstar, and Firestar stood before him, nodding at his decision. Together, the three of them looked toward the deputy, giving him his new name: Riverstar of FloodClan.
It is here that we begin our history.