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Post by Ozzy on Oct 18, 2012 15:13:25 GMT -5
" ThunderClan chased a fox off of our land recently,"
The massive ThunderClan leader looked towards the RiverClan tom, who regarded him with yellow, bleak eyes.
" It bolted onto RiverClan ground, Stormstar. "
The leader dipped his head, waiting for the ginger tom to finish his report, before standing, feeling every set of eyes, especially those of his Clan on his skin.
" Thank you, Redstar. We know of the fox. It attacked Reedtail almost ten suns ago. He was killed this morning."
Gasps and murmurs radiated through the assembled cats, wide eyes silver as moonlight struck them. Redstar looked shocked, and tiny Spiderstar looked horrified, her green eyes wide and pained.
" He seemed to lose his mind, and killed his own apprentice. He couldn't be stopped, and some of my warriors had to end his life before he got into the nursery. "
He glanced towards the warriors, pain filling RiverClan eyes. The murmurs got louder. Stormstar regarded Redstar again, slim tail curling about his paws. The ginger leader had opened his mouth, probably to apologize for their loss.
" However, I don't think the fox was an accident. You've wanted us gone ever since we took back that strip of land. This plot won't work, not matter how many you try to kill using such tactics."
" How dare you!"
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Stormstar, rose to power ten years ago. A disease swept the Clans, turning rational cats into raving, foaming lunatics that would kill their own mates and kits if they were before them. Stormstar was the young leader of RiverClan. He wasn't evil. He wasn't cruel, outright. He just knew enough to know when an opportunity caught him in it's claws. The disease was dangerous, unfortunate, but it was a chance.
He blamed Redstar and ThunderClan for the death of members of his Clan.
At first, the other three opposed him, but when ShadowClan and WindClan, as well ThunderClan started falling ill, the tides changed. The infected cats knew no boundaries, no love, no hate. Only kill, only death.
As you can guess. Stormstar only pushed these fears, and it only made the blood flow faster. No cat was above death, not leaders, not kits. It was a dark time, and StarClan could do nothing but watch.
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" Whitefang. You will carry my burden, for revenge. For your daughter, son, and mate. "
The white tom dipped his head to the old, dying gray cat.
" Yes, Stormstar. They will pay for what they have done. They will pay until either I am dead, or they are no more."
" Good."
Silence descended. The gray cat wheezed painfully, his breaths short and labored. He was on his last life, and he was ready to die. Life had been bloody, but power was sweet. Whitefang was the right choice, he knew it. The tom would carry on this war, and he would win. For all of them.
It was early in the next day that Stormstar sighed his final breath, gone forever from the hearts of his Clan.
The Dark Forest welcomed him though.
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With time, Stormstar died, and Whitestar took the role he had been left.
The virus was long gone from the forest, but still he pushed for revenge against the cats that had been killed in the madness that still seemed to distort the morals of the forest.
Stormstar had seen the war started and perpetuated, but it was Whitestar who saw it end. You see, he was a strong, leader-like cat, but genius and brilliant he was not.
Oh, he drove the war on, urging the Clans to their doom, heedless of what he was doing.
Then it all went wrong for him.
The other three Clans attacked, and RiverClan was maimed greatly. They lost their deputy, their leader, and many warriors in the attack. It would be a long time before they could hold their heads proudly again.
After the chaos, a warrior stepped up to be leader, forcing his Clan's hand, knowing they could not deny him, not when supported by the medicine cat.
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"Whitestar is dead!"
The yowl split through the sound of fighting, and with those three words, RiverClan was demoralized. A wail of sorrow and shock went through the remaining, bloody Clan, and the fighting renewed.
Long enough for the defending Clan to get completely beaten by the invading force. In the aftermath, there were barely enough herbs to go around, and the dead were taken out of camp, to be buried after their final vigils.
Shock, was in the eyes of every cat, along with distress and depression. Their way of life had just been shattered, and as they had discovered, they had lost their deputy along with their leader. Now there was no-one to take their shattered home, and start fixing it. RiverClan was lost.
That was the popular whisper.
Until a leader stepped forward, backed by StarClan, and the medicine cat. A new age had started.
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