Post by Rainpaw Inanity on Jul 12, 2012 14:55:45 GMT -5
Many moons ago, forest-lengths away from the Clans we know today, lived the toms and she-cats of the Twoleg's realms. Like the cats in our forests, they had Clans, rogues, and they even believed in StarClan, but in a much different way. There was AlleyClan, made up mostly of generations of aggressive feral cats, living in the hidden corners of rogue Twolegs, stray dogs, and adventurous kittypets. They were mostly accepting of kittypets, since they realized they were descended from them. Then there was SewerClan of the river beneath the Thunderpaths. They lived their life in darkness and filth, with the most unattractive cats, injured or born from ill queens. They looked tough and frightful, when really they were skiddish and nervous. Both Clans followed an extesively shortened Warrior Code, with no forbidden courtship, and much less organization.
One day, a one-eyed savannah she-cat warrior was grooming by the light of the entrance to SewerClan, when two huge gloves threw open the sewer lid and grabbed her. Growling and hissing at the strange Twoleg, she bit it's rist and pounced out of it's arms. As she dashed towards the alley, she realized that more than one Twolegs were chasing her, with weird nets and tools. She turned a corner and jumped into a trashcan, where she laid quietly in fear. The Twolegs turned the bend and kept going, chattering to themself. She was safe. She rested there, still alert, until sun-down, when...
"Hi!" a voice meowed from under her.
Surprised, the young she-cat yowled and knocked over the trashcan, sending her and a large, thin, russian-blue tom with auburn eyes onto the concrete road. She akwardly froze her position on the ground, gaping up at him in shock with one left eye closed and one gleaming silver eye the size of the moon. But to her minute relief, he didn't attack her. Instead, he just circled her and sniffed her curiously. The she-cat's fluffed tail slowly resized.
Finally, the young tom asked, "Are you from SewerClan?"
Startled, the she-cat slowly rose, but kept low, submissively. "Y..Y...Yes," she mewed, in the quietest and softest voice. "Are... Are you from AlleyClan?"
The tom laughed, frightening her a bit again. "Am I from AlleyClan? Am I?! I'm Sirenstar!"
The she-cat trembled at the shocking sight of AlleyClan's leader. But he looked so young! In SewerClan and AlleyClan, they did have deputies to heir the leaders in emergencies, but most cat's kill the leaders to take over the throne. Of course, they do have nine lives, so usually one cat attacks them, then half the Clan sees the oppertunity to take over the Clan and kills them off. But this cat looked nothing like a murderous, blood-thirsty killer.
The she-cat stood up courageously. "I'm Leoparddust of SewerClan."
To be continued...
One day, a one-eyed savannah she-cat warrior was grooming by the light of the entrance to SewerClan, when two huge gloves threw open the sewer lid and grabbed her. Growling and hissing at the strange Twoleg, she bit it's rist and pounced out of it's arms. As she dashed towards the alley, she realized that more than one Twolegs were chasing her, with weird nets and tools. She turned a corner and jumped into a trashcan, where she laid quietly in fear. The Twolegs turned the bend and kept going, chattering to themself. She was safe. She rested there, still alert, until sun-down, when...
"Hi!" a voice meowed from under her.
Surprised, the young she-cat yowled and knocked over the trashcan, sending her and a large, thin, russian-blue tom with auburn eyes onto the concrete road. She akwardly froze her position on the ground, gaping up at him in shock with one left eye closed and one gleaming silver eye the size of the moon. But to her minute relief, he didn't attack her. Instead, he just circled her and sniffed her curiously. The she-cat's fluffed tail slowly resized.
Finally, the young tom asked, "Are you from SewerClan?"
Startled, the she-cat slowly rose, but kept low, submissively. "Y..Y...Yes," she mewed, in the quietest and softest voice. "Are... Are you from AlleyClan?"
The tom laughed, frightening her a bit again. "Am I from AlleyClan? Am I?! I'm Sirenstar!"
The she-cat trembled at the shocking sight of AlleyClan's leader. But he looked so young! In SewerClan and AlleyClan, they did have deputies to heir the leaders in emergencies, but most cat's kill the leaders to take over the throne. Of course, they do have nine lives, so usually one cat attacks them, then half the Clan sees the oppertunity to take over the Clan and kills them off. But this cat looked nothing like a murderous, blood-thirsty killer.
The she-cat stood up courageously. "I'm Leoparddust of SewerClan."
To be continued...