Post by scorpion on Jan 29, 2010 15:49:38 GMT -5
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living
-Emily Bronte
Many moons after the original Clans left the smoldering earth of the old forest, the earth began to heal itself, and it remained untouched by the Two-Legs. They gave up their idea to expand when the Two-Leg –Place’s residents protested against it. With upturned soil, and no sign of the large monsters, the forest began to grow back. The territories of the four Clans became what they once were. And along with it, new Clans were created. ThicketClan, MoorClan, SwampClan, and RushClan.
Hostility was not a known feeling among the Clans. There was still the feeling of competition, but there was not fights or battles. Rogues proved a problem, and kittypets were still looked down upon, but the Clans respected each other. StarClan remained silent for a long time, satisfied with the Clans’ feelings towards each other. A band of cats, however, from the Tribe of Rushing Water, are in search of cats to join the Tribe after a disease killed half the Tribe. They come desperate and on the brink of insanity to the dens of the four Clans, and no one knows what to think of it.
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