Post by Sydney :) on Aug 6, 2012 10:04:37 GMT -5
Many years after the clans --- so many years, every single StarClan cat, down to the last kit, had faded away --- in the land where the Twolegs had pushed the cats out, was a village.
It was a happy, settle, Twoleg-inhabited village. Yes, every once in a while, an adventurous kid would go looking in the woods in which the cats, hundreds of years ago, had vanished into, but there was no trace of any life outside of the village now.
As in all heritages, stories were passed down, grandfather to mother, mother to child, and never forgotten. Words were changed, as all stories are, but none left behind. One story, often kept secret to a single family, was the one of how the said family found their way to the village.
One family's story wasn't that they heard about the village and wanted to come, it was that they great-great-great-grandparents had built the village --- each brick placed and each hole dug with precise and delicate care. The highlight of the story, though, was the part about the hundreds of cats seen and noted down in the making of the town, many different sizes and shapes.
It was told that they seemed to stick together, and certain invisible lines they did not pass. Some cats lived in trees, they were more muscular and brave. Some on vast moors, lean but fast. There were others, near a river on an island, sneaky but peaceful. Even more lived just in swamps and pine trees, these ones were seen least, hanging back in the shadows.
Many houses in the villages were home for animals. Dogs, birds, cats, rodents, and fish of all kinds.
Little did anyone know these cats had legacy to the greatest cats in the world --- the clan cats.
These cats were woken one day with the feeling to lead on through the forest. Running, trotting, waiting, climbing, and jumping over every obstacle, they made it to the lake. Little did they know, they would meet three other cats, destined to make one group --- the Class of the Descendant.
~~~ Fallow became the leader of the Class --- for Fallow had the strongest connection to the old clans.
~~~ Peach became the second-in-command of the Class --- for Fallow believed she would make a good leader when he died.
~~~ Mint became the leader of the counsel --- for Fallow is certain she can help others when they are having problems.
~~~ Badger became the curer --- for Fallow knew he would so anything to aid his classmates when they are injured or sick.
And thus the Class, the Class of the Descendant, was born.
It was a happy, settle, Twoleg-inhabited village. Yes, every once in a while, an adventurous kid would go looking in the woods in which the cats, hundreds of years ago, had vanished into, but there was no trace of any life outside of the village now.
As in all heritages, stories were passed down, grandfather to mother, mother to child, and never forgotten. Words were changed, as all stories are, but none left behind. One story, often kept secret to a single family, was the one of how the said family found their way to the village.
One family's story wasn't that they heard about the village and wanted to come, it was that they great-great-great-grandparents had built the village --- each brick placed and each hole dug with precise and delicate care. The highlight of the story, though, was the part about the hundreds of cats seen and noted down in the making of the town, many different sizes and shapes.
It was told that they seemed to stick together, and certain invisible lines they did not pass. Some cats lived in trees, they were more muscular and brave. Some on vast moors, lean but fast. There were others, near a river on an island, sneaky but peaceful. Even more lived just in swamps and pine trees, these ones were seen least, hanging back in the shadows.
Many houses in the villages were home for animals. Dogs, birds, cats, rodents, and fish of all kinds.
Little did anyone know these cats had legacy to the greatest cats in the world --- the clan cats.
These cats were woken one day with the feeling to lead on through the forest. Running, trotting, waiting, climbing, and jumping over every obstacle, they made it to the lake. Little did they know, they would meet three other cats, destined to make one group --- the Class of the Descendant.
~~~ Fallow became the leader of the Class --- for Fallow had the strongest connection to the old clans.
~~~ Peach became the second-in-command of the Class --- for Fallow believed she would make a good leader when he died.
~~~ Mint became the leader of the counsel --- for Fallow is certain she can help others when they are having problems.
~~~ Badger became the curer --- for Fallow knew he would so anything to aid his classmates when they are injured or sick.
And thus the Class, the Class of the Descendant, was born.