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Post by pc admin on Aug 13, 2008 18:28:59 GMT -8
 For generations the Clans have gotten along peacefully... Ruled by the watchful eye of their StarClan ancestors and the long-lived traditions passed from Warrior to Apprentice. WoodsClan, who reside in the lush greenery of the forest. LakeClan, who taught themselves to swim and fish and live near the large lake. CaveClan, residing in the large caves of the territory's mountains. And PrairieClan, living in the tall, open fields of grass and hills. Things have always been good; normal, patterned. Hard times come and go with the changing of the seasons.
But then prey starts to disappear from PrairieClan's territory. That was only the start of the tensions. As accusations became more and more frequent at the Gatherings, the tension rose. Each Clan was beginning to look suspicious in the eyes of the other Clans. The Medicine Cats met like usual at the Starpool, asking for the guidance and advice of their great ancestors.
StarClan never answered.
The cats grew more and more worried that their ancient Warriors had left them. Perhaps they didn't approve of the bickering among the Clans...
Then one day, odd tracks were found in PrairieClan's territory. No one could recognize them though. The find was reported as soon as the next Gathering occurred—a warning to all Clans, as well as apologies for the blames.
So now the Clans have to decide...
Join up and save the territory. Or allow the intruders (whatever they may be) to take all their prey and kill off all the cats or run them out of their own territory. As the leaders discuss ideas amongst themselves and their ancestors, the hourglass keeps running. So its up to you to decide what happens in the mean time.
Just watch your back... |
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