Post by ☀Eternal☀ on Apr 26, 2016 1:32:13 GMT -7
Leaf-bare
Leafbare...
The sharp tangy scent of death hangs in the air as frosted winds tear apart the forest. Chest deep snow is falling in a steading whirlwind from the howling sky. The ground seemingly disappearing beneath the frozen liquid as it falls in great masses. The clouds above are a thick torrent of gray and white, the territories that were once so full of life and joy have been thrown into chaos. Utter horrible fear gripping panic. Deep within the territories bare branches sway, the frozen earth yields not a sign of life and even the ever raging river is a sheet of black ice.
Far into WindClan territory cats have scattered below to hide within burrowed dens. Fear scent hangs in the air in a cloying mass as the cats begin to yowl. It starts as a soft murmur and soon breaks across the land as it rivals the howling wind. Some fear the snow that seems to be trapping them within, while the others….they fear for their leader, their Clan. He is sick, on his ninth live as the storm rages above. It isn’t the first storm nor the last. Terror grips the cats in a wild light as their leader, Runningstar, loses his battle. He’s gone. So many have died of hunger and desperation, from the sickness that wracks their tiny frames. The sick and weak cats began to caterwaul as the wind howls on. The ragged cats look to those around them in a desperate light, stark terror blazing across their glowing eyes. Their deputy has already ceased to live, taken by the same sickness only a day before. Now here they stood without a leader or a deputy to take their place and to make matters worse the medicine cat has begun to fall ill with the rest. There is not doubt that he will join the countless dead within days. For those who fall sick do not seemingly recover. The fear scent grows thicker.
The freezing storms do not let up, instead with unbelievable force they seem to grow. Sweeping farther than any cat could imagine. Making the act of leaving ones den a terrible risk as cats leave and don’t come home. Lost in a frozen death beneath the onslaught of freezing wind. The Clans cease to interact as the storms grow worse and as the food grows more scarce. Their warriors are merely left in defense of the home stretch, not even bothering with patrols. Too many cats…kits are dying in the raging storms. Leaving each cat feeling trapped and helpless as more members fall sick or die of starvation. Gatherings are forgotten as cats watch their lives crumble around them.
In ThunderClan territory, a mere fortnight after the death of Runningstar, Poppyfrost watches as her leader Ripstar loses his final life beneath a falling tree. In a sudden startling moment, the tomcat rushes forward to hurl Poppyfrost from the path as the wind seemingly rips a tree from deep within the earth. The resounding crash echoing across the swirling forest as Poppyfrost began to howl. Cats within the camp feel the fur along their spine bristle and frost cracked paws grip the earth in sudden fear. Warily, as the patrol comes stumbling blindly into the frosted clearing, the cats being to retreat back to their dens. It was a foolish mission to search for anything out there as the world moans. The sound is only broken by those of the sick. Blackcough is running rampant here and now without a leader…without a way to travel to the moonstone. ThunderClan looks bleakly out as a rampant cough shakes Poppyfrost from her core. Her blue-gray eyes have a wild light in them and her teeth are buried in the scruff of Ripstar. Shudders rack her body over and over as they watch her scramble steadily into the clearing with their limp leader. Some cats are hollow with grief stricken with terror, while the others merely look away in guilt. The falling snow makes the two cats look unearthly as it swirls about them, the wind whistling through the death scented camp.
Cats are starving, or freezing as the cruel leaf-bare seemingly grows stronger with each passing day. Patrols have dwindled down into nothing as more cats begin to fear their survival. They have no way of passing safely through the storms into their own territory let alone the moonstone to share tongues with StarClan. The cats begin to feel cut off and desperate, almost attacking one another as fear becomes a common way of life. Starvation and sickness of long ago settled within the four clans.
ShadowClan is not faring any better, as blackcough begins to claim the life of any and all cats. Their leader, Marshstar, succumbs to the disease as her Clan falls in shambles around her. She’s on her ninth life now, having lost one to blackcough already. The sickness has settled deep within ShadowClan territory. Claiming a sickening amount of lives. Those who are not sick try in desperation to venture forth in search of food and relief. Yet, those who leave don't always come home. A disturbing amount of cats have passed on to StarClan while the fate of others is disgustingly unknown. Then, as if StarClan wishes to make their fate worse, their medicine cat quickly falls ill. Terror breaks through the ranks. Cats begin turning on one another in fear as the death of Goosewing breathes one last rattling breath. They are without help now, and with fierce snarling the cats begin hurling accusations. It doesn’t take long before Marshstar loses her final life, and really horror sets in. The Deputy has to stand up now as the cats within ShadowClan stare with an aching hunger. Their glowing eyes full of fear and panic, ribs jutting from their frames as almost every cat within their rank is sick and dying.
As leaf-bare finally begins to cease the last leader is claimed by StarClan, as the black ice beneath his paws cracks and he is plunged into the foaming river below. RiverClan cats begin to fear that StarClan is behind the storms. Putting a voice to what all the Clan cats have been believing as they yowl their losses to the sky. A RiverClan leader drowning? It seems a sudden frightening truth that leaves many feeling breathless and tired. Unbeknownst to the leader his Clan begins to crack apart upon his demise. StarClan is forced to watch as the cats below demand to become the next ruler of RiverClan, their leader not having named a successor before his untimely death. The deputy, like many others, having disappeared only moments before the death of the leader. Like many cats if starvation or sickness didn't claim their lives they either froze or disappeared in a matter of moments. Their malnourished forms vanishing in the endless swirling white. Though many demanded to brave the last of the winter storms in an attempt to find food for the Clan, it is a foolish risk. RiverClan cat spare no more cats and fear begins to settle as the first thaw of the season sets in.
Cats of all clans are starving and sick, desperate as the winds begin to calm. They know they must make the long journey to receive their nine lives but a fear grips them. Will StarClan accept them? Have they been watching their destruction as the world was thrown into chaos?
Four Clans just barely remain, with their cats trying to pick up the pieces and stand proud with their many dead. Their leaders must make the journey to the moonstone soon before fear drives the Clans even farther apart. Suspicion and dread weighs down the paws of every cat as they dread what has become of every Clan. Every cat is frightened of what the next gathering holds, no longer sure if there still remains four clans within the forest.
Leafbare...
The sharp tangy scent of death hangs in the air as frosted winds tear apart the forest. Chest deep snow is falling in a steading whirlwind from the howling sky. The ground seemingly disappearing beneath the frozen liquid as it falls in great masses. The clouds above are a thick torrent of gray and white, the territories that were once so full of life and joy have been thrown into chaos. Utter horrible fear gripping panic. Deep within the territories bare branches sway, the frozen earth yields not a sign of life and even the ever raging river is a sheet of black ice.
Far into WindClan territory cats have scattered below to hide within burrowed dens. Fear scent hangs in the air in a cloying mass as the cats begin to yowl. It starts as a soft murmur and soon breaks across the land as it rivals the howling wind. Some fear the snow that seems to be trapping them within, while the others….they fear for their leader, their Clan. He is sick, on his ninth live as the storm rages above. It isn’t the first storm nor the last. Terror grips the cats in a wild light as their leader, Runningstar, loses his battle. He’s gone. So many have died of hunger and desperation, from the sickness that wracks their tiny frames. The sick and weak cats began to caterwaul as the wind howls on. The ragged cats look to those around them in a desperate light, stark terror blazing across their glowing eyes. Their deputy has already ceased to live, taken by the same sickness only a day before. Now here they stood without a leader or a deputy to take their place and to make matters worse the medicine cat has begun to fall ill with the rest. There is not doubt that he will join the countless dead within days. For those who fall sick do not seemingly recover. The fear scent grows thicker.
The freezing storms do not let up, instead with unbelievable force they seem to grow. Sweeping farther than any cat could imagine. Making the act of leaving ones den a terrible risk as cats leave and don’t come home. Lost in a frozen death beneath the onslaught of freezing wind. The Clans cease to interact as the storms grow worse and as the food grows more scarce. Their warriors are merely left in defense of the home stretch, not even bothering with patrols. Too many cats…kits are dying in the raging storms. Leaving each cat feeling trapped and helpless as more members fall sick or die of starvation. Gatherings are forgotten as cats watch their lives crumble around them.
In ThunderClan territory, a mere fortnight after the death of Runningstar, Poppyfrost watches as her leader Ripstar loses his final life beneath a falling tree. In a sudden startling moment, the tomcat rushes forward to hurl Poppyfrost from the path as the wind seemingly rips a tree from deep within the earth. The resounding crash echoing across the swirling forest as Poppyfrost began to howl. Cats within the camp feel the fur along their spine bristle and frost cracked paws grip the earth in sudden fear. Warily, as the patrol comes stumbling blindly into the frosted clearing, the cats being to retreat back to their dens. It was a foolish mission to search for anything out there as the world moans. The sound is only broken by those of the sick. Blackcough is running rampant here and now without a leader…without a way to travel to the moonstone. ThunderClan looks bleakly out as a rampant cough shakes Poppyfrost from her core. Her blue-gray eyes have a wild light in them and her teeth are buried in the scruff of Ripstar. Shudders rack her body over and over as they watch her scramble steadily into the clearing with their limp leader. Some cats are hollow with grief stricken with terror, while the others merely look away in guilt. The falling snow makes the two cats look unearthly as it swirls about them, the wind whistling through the death scented camp.
Cats are starving, or freezing as the cruel leaf-bare seemingly grows stronger with each passing day. Patrols have dwindled down into nothing as more cats begin to fear their survival. They have no way of passing safely through the storms into their own territory let alone the moonstone to share tongues with StarClan. The cats begin to feel cut off and desperate, almost attacking one another as fear becomes a common way of life. Starvation and sickness of long ago settled within the four clans.
ShadowClan is not faring any better, as blackcough begins to claim the life of any and all cats. Their leader, Marshstar, succumbs to the disease as her Clan falls in shambles around her. She’s on her ninth life now, having lost one to blackcough already. The sickness has settled deep within ShadowClan territory. Claiming a sickening amount of lives. Those who are not sick try in desperation to venture forth in search of food and relief. Yet, those who leave don't always come home. A disturbing amount of cats have passed on to StarClan while the fate of others is disgustingly unknown. Then, as if StarClan wishes to make their fate worse, their medicine cat quickly falls ill. Terror breaks through the ranks. Cats begin turning on one another in fear as the death of Goosewing breathes one last rattling breath. They are without help now, and with fierce snarling the cats begin hurling accusations. It doesn’t take long before Marshstar loses her final life, and really horror sets in. The Deputy has to stand up now as the cats within ShadowClan stare with an aching hunger. Their glowing eyes full of fear and panic, ribs jutting from their frames as almost every cat within their rank is sick and dying.
As leaf-bare finally begins to cease the last leader is claimed by StarClan, as the black ice beneath his paws cracks and he is plunged into the foaming river below. RiverClan cats begin to fear that StarClan is behind the storms. Putting a voice to what all the Clan cats have been believing as they yowl their losses to the sky. A RiverClan leader drowning? It seems a sudden frightening truth that leaves many feeling breathless and tired. Unbeknownst to the leader his Clan begins to crack apart upon his demise. StarClan is forced to watch as the cats below demand to become the next ruler of RiverClan, their leader not having named a successor before his untimely death. The deputy, like many others, having disappeared only moments before the death of the leader. Like many cats if starvation or sickness didn't claim their lives they either froze or disappeared in a matter of moments. Their malnourished forms vanishing in the endless swirling white. Though many demanded to brave the last of the winter storms in an attempt to find food for the Clan, it is a foolish risk. RiverClan cat spare no more cats and fear begins to settle as the first thaw of the season sets in.
Cats of all clans are starving and sick, desperate as the winds begin to calm. They know they must make the long journey to receive their nine lives but a fear grips them. Will StarClan accept them? Have they been watching their destruction as the world was thrown into chaos?
Four Clans just barely remain, with their cats trying to pick up the pieces and stand proud with their many dead. Their leaders must make the journey to the moonstone soon before fear drives the Clans even farther apart. Suspicion and dread weighs down the paws of every cat as they dread what has become of every Clan. Every cat is frightened of what the next gathering holds, no longer sure if there still remains four clans within the forest.
Update and Summary:
WindClan has lost both leader and deputy. Though there is likely a power struggle happening fear is the predominant emotion as they don't know who to turn too. Their Medicine cat died just as the final thaw of the season set in. Leaving them now completely helpless and the weakest of Four.
ThunderClan lost their leader, but Poppyfrost stepped up and braved the settling storms to claim her nine lives at last. During the ceremony StarClan appeared as if lost in their own storms. She could not feel, see or hear them well. Though she received her lives being unable to interact with their ancestors left the untrustworthy leader cracked and damaged.
ShadowClan lost their medicine cat, and their leader only moments later. ShadowClan deputy, Frostlion, does not wish to take on the role of leader and instead is scrambling for control within the Clan. Trying desperately to find the cat who shall lead them and keeping things in order without a medicine cat.
RiverClan's leader died before he could appoint a new deputy, the previous having gone missing within the swirling storms. Anger and frustration has created a power struggle within the Clan. Many cats are demanding they should be the next leader and blood is bound to be spilled.
WindClan has lost both leader and deputy. Though there is likely a power struggle happening fear is the predominant emotion as they don't know who to turn too. Their Medicine cat died just as the final thaw of the season set in. Leaving them now completely helpless and the weakest of Four.
ThunderClan lost their leader, but Poppyfrost stepped up and braved the settling storms to claim her nine lives at last. During the ceremony StarClan appeared as if lost in their own storms. She could not feel, see or hear them well. Though she received her lives being unable to interact with their ancestors left the untrustworthy leader cracked and damaged.
ShadowClan lost their medicine cat, and their leader only moments later. ShadowClan deputy, Frostlion, does not wish to take on the role of leader and instead is scrambling for control within the Clan. Trying desperately to find the cat who shall lead them and keeping things in order without a medicine cat.
RiverClan's leader died before he could appoint a new deputy, the previous having gone missing within the swirling storms. Anger and frustration has created a power struggle within the Clan. Many cats are demanding they should be the next leader and blood is bound to be spilled.
