Remember the story? The one of the ginger kittypet, his fur the color of fire. Remember how he became a leader, and how he lead his clan to glory, and how he lead the four clans to the lake?
this is not that story.
This is the other side of the story. Those times have come and gone. Long past are the days of chivalry and peace; these are the years of death and deceit. Thrown into battle as barely a kit, you'll never gain back the innocence you once held dear in StarClan's paws - that is, if they even exist.
And the bloodbaths are only getting worse. Who knows who to trust anymore? Cats go missing for days, weeks, only to appear unharmed in camp - or not at all. Leaders exercise their ability by slaughtering their own clan members. At every gathering, the ground is left covered in blood.
we're all dying, and nobody can save us. ( no app - no word count - newly reopened ) [ home ] [ rules ] [ customs ] [ ad/aff ]