Post by Meadow on May 20, 2016 15:25:42 GMT
There were five siblings.
Five leaders.
Five Clans.
Five siblings set out on a journey. They had never known any family. All they knew was that they only had each other, and together they would stay.
So they set out on a journey.
Not one sibling knew where they were headed, but they knew they were going to get there. They had to.
They ran into a small starving group of water-loving former kittypets. Tide, the oddball of the litter let them join their journey. No one else liked her decision, but it went anyway.
They passed a small strong-looking group of rouges living in the desert. Day liked these cats, and asked them to come with the traveling cats. They found pride with larger groups, and joined.
Then they passed over a large meadow. There were peaceful loners living there, with long legs built for running. As they passed through their land, Dawn asked them to join. One by one they accepted.
To get by the largest river they had ever seen, they had to pass through a crystal and mushroom-lit cave. Dusk lead them, his night-vision the best of all. They met a group of lost cavern cats, and convinced them to join them.
As they traveled the forest, they were ambushed by underbrush-dwelling cats. But they had a problem; the two-legs were cutting down the forest and clearing out the brush. So they willingly joined them.
They finally settled in a lush forest, almost completely untouched by two-legs.
and here, they knew was a place to call home.
But there were too many cats to live with, and disputes started to break out. So the five leaders knew they had to do something. And they did. The five siblings bid their goodbyes and came into rivalry for the sake of their cats.
Now the five cats weren't five siblings.
They were five clans.
***********************************
Four seasons have passed.
Ancient spirits now guide their path, and call themselves StarClan.
Four seasons of bountiful prey as the blessings of StarClan.
But now, they have,
FALLEN SILENT
********************************************
The last star's whisper,
A glow in the darkness,
The last speck of light,
In the dark fall of night.
The sharp may hear our dying whispers,
But only the faithful can guide us back to the light.
Five leaders.
Five Clans.
Five siblings set out on a journey. They had never known any family. All they knew was that they only had each other, and together they would stay.
So they set out on a journey.
Not one sibling knew where they were headed, but they knew they were going to get there. They had to.
They ran into a small starving group of water-loving former kittypets. Tide, the oddball of the litter let them join their journey. No one else liked her decision, but it went anyway.
They passed a small strong-looking group of rouges living in the desert. Day liked these cats, and asked them to come with the traveling cats. They found pride with larger groups, and joined.
Then they passed over a large meadow. There were peaceful loners living there, with long legs built for running. As they passed through their land, Dawn asked them to join. One by one they accepted.
To get by the largest river they had ever seen, they had to pass through a crystal and mushroom-lit cave. Dusk lead them, his night-vision the best of all. They met a group of lost cavern cats, and convinced them to join them.
As they traveled the forest, they were ambushed by underbrush-dwelling cats. But they had a problem; the two-legs were cutting down the forest and clearing out the brush. So they willingly joined them.
They finally settled in a lush forest, almost completely untouched by two-legs.
and here, they knew was a place to call home.
But there were too many cats to live with, and disputes started to break out. So the five leaders knew they had to do something. And they did. The five siblings bid their goodbyes and came into rivalry for the sake of their cats.
Now the five cats weren't five siblings.
They were five clans.
***********************************
Four seasons have passed.
Ancient spirits now guide their path, and call themselves StarClan.
Four seasons of bountiful prey as the blessings of StarClan.
But now, they have,
FALLEN SILENT
********************************************
The last star's whisper,
A glow in the darkness,
The last speck of light,
In the dark fall of night.
The sharp may hear our dying whispers,
But only the faithful can guide us back to the light.