Post by silvercloud on Feb 25, 2008 16:50:14 GMT -5
Ladiesss annnd gentlemannn! The moment you've all been waiting for! My awsome new warriors RPG site!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's the scoop on the plot ;D-
Here's the scoop on the plot ;D-
All the cats who even remember being driven out of their forest home are long gone now. Their legacys were to live on forever- Firestar, the brave, Graystripe, the kind, Leafpool, the mystic, Brambleclaw, the loyal, Tigerstar, the treacherous. They all forged a path for others to follow, but alas, they are but memories now. Decades had past, and it seemed that the clans have finally started to live in peace; even Shadowclan hadn't envoked an incident in quite some time. However, things were far from peaceful in the mountains to the south. Driven from their home by twoleg development, the wolves of the mountains had to face a terrible choice: leave everything they had learned to love, or risk dying by twoleg hands. Even leaving had it's risks, for there was no guaranty that they'd even be able to adapt to their new home, if they ever found one that is.
But they did find one, yes, a home suitable for the pack two times over! Forests filled with deer, rivers damed by beavers, and all of it encircling a beautiful lake. They were eager to greet they're new home, but their happiness was not to last, for the lake was already inhabitted.
Cats. Clan cats to be exact. Of all the things the wolves missed from their mountain home, the group of haughty, long-named cats- the tribe of rushing water, they called themselves, was not one of the things they missed. They missed the crisp mountain air that gave you energy everytime you took a breath, they missed the mountain goats that were too stupid to know where not to jump if they valued their lives. No, if there was one thing the wolves hated the most, it was the cats. At first, they tried to force the cats out by phycilogical warfare, but it soon became apparent that these cats were here to stay.
Once this was made clear, the wolf pack split in two. One half staying on the very outskirts of Thunderclan and Shadowclan territory. Some stayed because they were stuborn, others hoped to maybe negotiate with the cats, but there must've been some, that, undobtedly harbored pure loathing for these cats. Whatever the reason, the pack was no longer controlled by two Alphas and two Betas, instead, it was controlled by four Betas; two for the forest wolves, and two for the mountain wolves. Of course, the Alphas still controlled all the Betas, but because the Alphas decided to retreat back to the very foothills of the mountains, the forest wolves were considered the separatists, and the mountain wolves, the majority.
Though after a while, the cats and wolves had formed an uneasy aliance at best, danger still lurked in the shadows, as voices of the past, spirit anscestors of both cats and wolves alike spoke the same strange prophecy-
"In the heart of an enemy, there shall be salvation, though the future may only be shaped by the paws of a friend."
But they did find one, yes, a home suitable for the pack two times over! Forests filled with deer, rivers damed by beavers, and all of it encircling a beautiful lake. They were eager to greet they're new home, but their happiness was not to last, for the lake was already inhabitted.
Cats. Clan cats to be exact. Of all the things the wolves missed from their mountain home, the group of haughty, long-named cats- the tribe of rushing water, they called themselves, was not one of the things they missed. They missed the crisp mountain air that gave you energy everytime you took a breath, they missed the mountain goats that were too stupid to know where not to jump if they valued their lives. No, if there was one thing the wolves hated the most, it was the cats. At first, they tried to force the cats out by phycilogical warfare, but it soon became apparent that these cats were here to stay.
Once this was made clear, the wolf pack split in two. One half staying on the very outskirts of Thunderclan and Shadowclan territory. Some stayed because they were stuborn, others hoped to maybe negotiate with the cats, but there must've been some, that, undobtedly harbored pure loathing for these cats. Whatever the reason, the pack was no longer controlled by two Alphas and two Betas, instead, it was controlled by four Betas; two for the forest wolves, and two for the mountain wolves. Of course, the Alphas still controlled all the Betas, but because the Alphas decided to retreat back to the very foothills of the mountains, the forest wolves were considered the separatists, and the mountain wolves, the majority.
Though after a while, the cats and wolves had formed an uneasy aliance at best, danger still lurked in the shadows, as voices of the past, spirit anscestors of both cats and wolves alike spoke the same strange prophecy-
"In the heart of an enemy, there shall be salvation, though the future may only be shaped by the paws of a friend."
Welcome, to-
THE HOWLING FOREST!
THE HOWLING FOREST!