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Gatherings/Moonpool
There will be no Gatherings or visits till all leader, deputy, and medicine cat positions are filled
Introduction/Plot
As the sun sets upon the lands
An uproar of terror shall darken the night and terrorize the peace
Until the sun rises again...
And so the new age began in the one simple message from their warrior ancestors. Through the night the land broke in half, rivers flooded, trees uprooted, and greed upon greed swept through the remains of what was left of the four Clans of the forest. Fights for territory tore useless alliances, blood stained the earth, and the last of the spirits over turned StarClan. Then all was silent...
For many moons the stories of the wild cats were just that: stories. Tales of the great Firestar were just senseless thoughts for the young kit to dwell upon in their dreams, feeling a sensation of protection after the scary story of the one and only Tigerstar haunting their sleep with amber eyes. But one tale, one story remianed that still lived.
StarClan...
And the time is now. StarClan reaches forward, enlisting some of the nobelist warriors that ever entered Silverpelt in their glistening glory and full minds. "You four," one of the Great Cats had proclaimed, "will be given another chance at life and leading the last generation of Clans that will ever exist..."
The Great Cats began to mold four new Clans from scratch and paw, using every ounce of beautiful energy and the minds of the new leaders that they could take and create a new era. Shiningstar, of EtherealClan, Fallenstar, of MistralClan, Lightningstar, of TerrestrialClan, and Fernstar of StainedClan...
The time of the Great Cats is over...whithering away with smiles on their faces after establishing the future...
Four shall fall
And Four shall rise
But among the beginnings of life
Their paths shall be tested...
What path shall you join?
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Season and Weather
Right now we are in the middle of a chilly leaf-bare, full of bitter winds and shortness of prey. All leaders should send out more hunting patrols.
Breeding?
Yes
Birthing?
No
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