Post by Mousestar on Feb 18, 2007 21:12:50 GMT -5
RPG Name: Element Clans: A New Era
URL: mouseheart.proboards107.com/index.cgi
Opened First: 02/09/07
Active Level:(Slow, Okay, Good, Great)
RPG level: (Beginner, Intermidente, Advance etc, etc)
News?: t's new, so, so far no
Any Plots:
The gate will be closed...
For many moons, many seasons, and many generations four clans of feral cats have lived, not exactly peacefully, but through times of hardship, times of plenty, and times of utter destruction. The clans survived, holding tightly to their traditions and beliefs. Above all, they have held out hope for their warrior ancestors, StarClan. StarClan, those clan cats whose lives have ended, protected their living brethren since the beginning. So, DarkClan, the strong-hearted forest dwellers, ArrowClan, the wise water cats, SilkClan, the kind mountain climbers, and WolfClan, the sneaky cats of the mist, have learned to always put their trust in StarClan. Only through that could they remain.
Seasons after a great and costly war, the clans live happily. They are at a time of rest and prosperity, not clawing for territory and fresh-kill. It seems as if the cats have forgotten the troubles of old, truly believing that their peace will last forever. But nothing lasts forever. The Warrior Code is the law of the forest. Every cat is to obey its restrictions and follow its rules.
But Love can be a Powerful Temptation…
Let this be known...
Her name was Strongheart. She was the medicine of WolfClan and a greatly respected she-cat among all of the clans. She was like all other medicine cats. She was caring, knowledgeable, but she was also strong-hearted.
It had been an average green-leaf day, sun shining, breezes whisking about the air, when the WolfClan medicine cat went on a small expedition to gather some healing herbs on the edge of WolfClan territory. It was then that Knot came into the picture. He was a rogue, one not belonging to any clan. Strongheart found herself chatting away with this outsider as she would with another clan cat. He was charming, elegant, and suave, not at all like a rogue. Eventually, she spoke of the clans, intriguing Knot. He had never heard of cats living together, and he was particularly interested in the leader's position.
After a short time, Strongheart announced her leave, but they agreed to meet once more. The she-cat felt a bit guilty, but she was sure that this cat was good, and, if persuaded, could come to live as a strong WolfClan warrior with her.
They met again in secret. Then again. And again. Soon the two were seeing each other regularly. Never once did Knot accept Strongheart's offers to join the clan. And, as her attraction to Knot grew, the medicine cat's loyalty to her clan began to slip, until the fateful day when Knot requested Strongheart to join him as a rogue. Strongheart agreed without hesitation. She had little care for her clan now, with her tainted and muddled heart wrapping itself around the enchanting rogue.
The skies will weep over the soul of our lost...
WolfClan fell into panic. They knew not of where their beloved medicine cat had gone and as days whittled by, their hearts grew heavier and heavier with sorrow, pain, and most of, suspicion. The way Knot and Strongheart had left was through the Great Claws, littering their, or more accurately her, scent along the borders of SilkClan. Accusations began flinging themselves at the mountain cats, blaming them with the 'abduction' of their medicine cat. Now, fights were braking out all along the border between SilkClan and WolfClan. ArrowClan and DarkClan stayed out of the affairs. However, it was not long before WolfClan cats began to see the other clans as treacherous as well. Soon the clans were in a time of deceptions and qualms. Fights broke out at every border. StarClan was not happy.
Gatherings no longer were a time of truce. They became a time of questioning, harsh words, and threats. After this behavior raged for a few more moons, the clans refused to go to the Great Claws for Gatherings. There no longer was any truce between them.
Eventually StarClan could not stand by idly any longer. On the night of the half-moon the medicine cats went to the Moonstone for their meeting with StarClan. The medicine cats, though of different clans, felt little hostility towards each other. The meeting at the moonstone was one of the only traditions of peace that had been kept.
There, to the medicine cats' dismay, right before their eyes, the moonstone's light vanished and tremendous quakes ran throughout the star tunnel. StarClan had left.
And our shadows will smother this land...
It was on the day after the moonstone's dimming, that Strongheart returned. WolfClan was ecstatic at her arrival. Their medicine cat had returned. None felt guilty over their false accusations. The she-cat was different, though. Her face was…knowing. She no longer held that familiar glimmer in her eyes that was the spark of true kindness. With her, was a tom. His name was Knot.
Strongheart explained to her fellow WolfClanners that She had gone, feeling a great horror coming, and sought out help. She went on to say that Knot was here to return peace to the forest, as StarClan had abandoned them and turned their backs to their suffering. The Clan, knowing about the moonstone, somewhat agreed. StarClan had sent no messages and blocked their only way to reach them. Strongheart's words were, of course, lies.
A message was sent from clan to clan, telling them to meet for the first Gathering in moons. Reluctant, each clan agreed.
That moon, Strongheart told the clans of her 'journey' to find help and of a single dream she had had. She claimed StarClan had told her they were done with the clans once and or all. In their despair and hopeless, the Clan cats were anxious to have some ray of hope shine down on them. They began to believe in Knot and Strongheart's words.
However, there were those in each clan who stuck by the words of StarClan, never losing faith in their ancestors. These were the cats who had the dream. StarClan sent one final prophecy to the faithful. The words that were spoken were this…
The Gates will be closed
Let this be known
The skies will weep over the soul of our lost
And our shadows will smother this land
We will wait for our young
We will wait in the throat of the beast
Other: None
URL: mouseheart.proboards107.com/index.cgi
Opened First: 02/09/07
Active Level:(Slow, Okay, Good, Great)
RPG level: (Beginner, Intermidente, Advance etc, etc)
News?: t's new, so, so far no
Any Plots:
The gate will be closed...
For many moons, many seasons, and many generations four clans of feral cats have lived, not exactly peacefully, but through times of hardship, times of plenty, and times of utter destruction. The clans survived, holding tightly to their traditions and beliefs. Above all, they have held out hope for their warrior ancestors, StarClan. StarClan, those clan cats whose lives have ended, protected their living brethren since the beginning. So, DarkClan, the strong-hearted forest dwellers, ArrowClan, the wise water cats, SilkClan, the kind mountain climbers, and WolfClan, the sneaky cats of the mist, have learned to always put their trust in StarClan. Only through that could they remain.
Seasons after a great and costly war, the clans live happily. They are at a time of rest and prosperity, not clawing for territory and fresh-kill. It seems as if the cats have forgotten the troubles of old, truly believing that their peace will last forever. But nothing lasts forever. The Warrior Code is the law of the forest. Every cat is to obey its restrictions and follow its rules.
But Love can be a Powerful Temptation…
Let this be known...
Her name was Strongheart. She was the medicine of WolfClan and a greatly respected she-cat among all of the clans. She was like all other medicine cats. She was caring, knowledgeable, but she was also strong-hearted.
It had been an average green-leaf day, sun shining, breezes whisking about the air, when the WolfClan medicine cat went on a small expedition to gather some healing herbs on the edge of WolfClan territory. It was then that Knot came into the picture. He was a rogue, one not belonging to any clan. Strongheart found herself chatting away with this outsider as she would with another clan cat. He was charming, elegant, and suave, not at all like a rogue. Eventually, she spoke of the clans, intriguing Knot. He had never heard of cats living together, and he was particularly interested in the leader's position.
After a short time, Strongheart announced her leave, but they agreed to meet once more. The she-cat felt a bit guilty, but she was sure that this cat was good, and, if persuaded, could come to live as a strong WolfClan warrior with her.
They met again in secret. Then again. And again. Soon the two were seeing each other regularly. Never once did Knot accept Strongheart's offers to join the clan. And, as her attraction to Knot grew, the medicine cat's loyalty to her clan began to slip, until the fateful day when Knot requested Strongheart to join him as a rogue. Strongheart agreed without hesitation. She had little care for her clan now, with her tainted and muddled heart wrapping itself around the enchanting rogue.
The skies will weep over the soul of our lost...
WolfClan fell into panic. They knew not of where their beloved medicine cat had gone and as days whittled by, their hearts grew heavier and heavier with sorrow, pain, and most of, suspicion. The way Knot and Strongheart had left was through the Great Claws, littering their, or more accurately her, scent along the borders of SilkClan. Accusations began flinging themselves at the mountain cats, blaming them with the 'abduction' of their medicine cat. Now, fights were braking out all along the border between SilkClan and WolfClan. ArrowClan and DarkClan stayed out of the affairs. However, it was not long before WolfClan cats began to see the other clans as treacherous as well. Soon the clans were in a time of deceptions and qualms. Fights broke out at every border. StarClan was not happy.
Gatherings no longer were a time of truce. They became a time of questioning, harsh words, and threats. After this behavior raged for a few more moons, the clans refused to go to the Great Claws for Gatherings. There no longer was any truce between them.
Eventually StarClan could not stand by idly any longer. On the night of the half-moon the medicine cats went to the Moonstone for their meeting with StarClan. The medicine cats, though of different clans, felt little hostility towards each other. The meeting at the moonstone was one of the only traditions of peace that had been kept.
There, to the medicine cats' dismay, right before their eyes, the moonstone's light vanished and tremendous quakes ran throughout the star tunnel. StarClan had left.
And our shadows will smother this land...
It was on the day after the moonstone's dimming, that Strongheart returned. WolfClan was ecstatic at her arrival. Their medicine cat had returned. None felt guilty over their false accusations. The she-cat was different, though. Her face was…knowing. She no longer held that familiar glimmer in her eyes that was the spark of true kindness. With her, was a tom. His name was Knot.
Strongheart explained to her fellow WolfClanners that She had gone, feeling a great horror coming, and sought out help. She went on to say that Knot was here to return peace to the forest, as StarClan had abandoned them and turned their backs to their suffering. The Clan, knowing about the moonstone, somewhat agreed. StarClan had sent no messages and blocked their only way to reach them. Strongheart's words were, of course, lies.
A message was sent from clan to clan, telling them to meet for the first Gathering in moons. Reluctant, each clan agreed.
That moon, Strongheart told the clans of her 'journey' to find help and of a single dream she had had. She claimed StarClan had told her they were done with the clans once and or all. In their despair and hopeless, the Clan cats were anxious to have some ray of hope shine down on them. They began to believe in Knot and Strongheart's words.
However, there were those in each clan who stuck by the words of StarClan, never losing faith in their ancestors. These were the cats who had the dream. StarClan sent one final prophecy to the faithful. The words that were spoken were this…
The Gates will be closed
Let this be known
The skies will weep over the soul of our lost
And our shadows will smother this land
We will wait for our young
We will wait in the throat of the beast
Other: None