Post by Ritz TE Administrator on Apr 10, 2009 7:10:27 GMT -8
Of course, there once were four Clans.
Every cat knows this, just as they know of the great Firestar, the evil Tigerstar, the legends of old.
It has been many, many moons after these cats have lived, during which things have changed. There was a great argument between the four Clans of old, a disagreement over some menial detail.
A war began.
Cats died, and the toll of the war was great. Eventually, RiverClan disbanded, leaving only three Clans to fight. After the tragedy of losing a fellow Clan, the cats realized they couldn't continue as such.
Many meetings were held in an effort to come to some sort of negotiation, but they only made matters worse as fur was rubbed the wrong way and tempers rose. The Clans simply could not work together.
Cats found themselves leaving their Clans, banding together with those whose opinions matched their own and fending off rogues and ex-Clan mates who were only looking for a bite to eat. Eventually, they formed groups with identical hierarchy, matching the Clans they vaguely remembered belonging to.
Cats who found themselves turning to StarClan became the Cult, relying on their faith to perform day-to-day tasks.
Those who relied upon discipline formed the Alliance, a group of no-nonsense cats run like a military operation.
Those who favored the ways of old became the Clan, the one and only true memory of what they had left behind.
Few cats remember the formation of the Triple Entente. Fewer remember the principles upon which they were based.
In a world so corrupt, will you rise above?
[/size]Every cat knows this, just as they know of the great Firestar, the evil Tigerstar, the legends of old.
It has been many, many moons after these cats have lived, during which things have changed. There was a great argument between the four Clans of old, a disagreement over some menial detail.
A war began.
Cats died, and the toll of the war was great. Eventually, RiverClan disbanded, leaving only three Clans to fight. After the tragedy of losing a fellow Clan, the cats realized they couldn't continue as such.
Many meetings were held in an effort to come to some sort of negotiation, but they only made matters worse as fur was rubbed the wrong way and tempers rose. The Clans simply could not work together.
Cats found themselves leaving their Clans, banding together with those whose opinions matched their own and fending off rogues and ex-Clan mates who were only looking for a bite to eat. Eventually, they formed groups with identical hierarchy, matching the Clans they vaguely remembered belonging to.
Cats who found themselves turning to StarClan became the Cult, relying on their faith to perform day-to-day tasks.
Those who relied upon discipline formed the Alliance, a group of no-nonsense cats run like a military operation.
Those who favored the ways of old became the Clan, the one and only true memory of what they had left behind.
Few cats remember the formation of the Triple Entente. Fewer remember the principles upon which they were based.
In a world so corrupt, will you rise above?