Post by Spartathewolf on Jun 27, 2012 19:58:54 GMT -5
The first leaders of the four clans each recive a message from starclan, telling them danger will come on the fourth. No leader or medican cat knows what this means. The dream does not repeat until all the leaders have passed on, leaving four new leaders in there place. It repeats and repeats till the fourth generation of leaders takes way, then the screams of starclan ring aloud on one stary clear night, "The fourth has come!"
During the fourth generation of leader for the clans the leaders must go over many terrible obsticals, slowly learning to work together to face the greatest threat. An earthquake and fire strike all the clans, leaving there homes battered and lifeless. After a night of no home, the leaders gather under the great jutting stones and discuss with should be done. They all decied that it would be best for there clans to leave there territroys, in search of new youth.
The travel through swampy lands, smooth moers, lush forests and river filled landscapes, but all of them only sustaning one clan of choice. Finally as they pass over a row of steep mountains they reach a hollowed out feild as large as the eye can see, all of it surrounded by protective mountains; as if it was guarded just for the clans. Soon after about half a moon settling in, hunting and regaining strength, the clans split up and head for the new territorys patrols had found to suit each clan.
High in the perch of a mountain, the mooncave lies in wait for medican cats and new leaders while a pile of churned trees lies in a dip of the land, soon to be calls jutting branches where all the clans can gather under the full moon. The clans settle in and live a happy new life with lots of prey and new generations to come.
During the fourth generation of leader for the clans the leaders must go over many terrible obsticals, slowly learning to work together to face the greatest threat. An earthquake and fire strike all the clans, leaving there homes battered and lifeless. After a night of no home, the leaders gather under the great jutting stones and discuss with should be done. They all decied that it would be best for there clans to leave there territroys, in search of new youth.
The travel through swampy lands, smooth moers, lush forests and river filled landscapes, but all of them only sustaning one clan of choice. Finally as they pass over a row of steep mountains they reach a hollowed out feild as large as the eye can see, all of it surrounded by protective mountains; as if it was guarded just for the clans. Soon after about half a moon settling in, hunting and regaining strength, the clans split up and head for the new territorys patrols had found to suit each clan.
High in the perch of a mountain, the mooncave lies in wait for medican cats and new leaders while a pile of churned trees lies in a dip of the land, soon to be calls jutting branches where all the clans can gather under the full moon. The clans settle in and live a happy new life with lots of prey and new generations to come.