-How the New Lake Clans Came To Be.-
Territory -
Over the many moons, lake territory has changed. What used to be the breezy and clear WindClan territory has been overtaken by trees, planted by twolegs many years ago. From this, water became trapped underneath the dirt, creating a springy, marshy land.
In ThunderClan territory, it has pretty much stayed the same. The abandoned Twoleg nest was cleared away, and the hollow has eroded a slight amount.
RiverClan territory has also changed. What used to be luscious grass and reedbeds, is now a flat, rocky area with little foliage. These rocks were under the grasses all this time, but from the masses of cats, has completely worn down. Only patches of grass and reeds can be found in the more ignored parts of territory. The campsite has chsnged too. They moved it closer to the Island/Lake.
ShadowClan territory changed very little, and not noticeably at all.
The lake has grown in size.
The island has connected to the mainland over the years.
Clans and The Name Changes -
So.
LeafClan = ThunderClan,
PineClan = ShadowClan,
MarshClan = WindClan,
and RainClan = RiverClan.
The reason the names changed is because the original five completely faded from StarClan, forgotten forever. StarClan came to the lake cats, and told them that it was time to changed the Clan names. The leaders at this time were Leafstar, Pinestar, Marshstar, and Rainstar. ( Leafnose, Pineclaw, Marshstep, Raintalon. )
Mind you, SkyClan has not yet changed names, because StarClan never told them to.
This story actually takes place 288 moons (24 years) after Bramblestar's Storm.
Owlsong Speaks: The First Strike
" In the unblessed darkness, several pairs of eyes blinked open.
Amber, green, blue, yellow, even violet.
Carefully placed steps moved towards a hollow.
Peeking through the thorns and gorse, a pair of wise green eyes flashed, and the cat's head nodded solemnly.
Tiptoeing into the place, the cats held their breath as they crept inside.
It was dead silent, not even a faint snore heard.
Letting their air go, they spread out.
Two of them, a small, beautiful gray and a larger, thinner dark brown tabby, stared through the nursery.
Unsheathing their claws, they advanced towards the warm, milky den.
Not with even a quiver of the whiskers, they poked their heads inside.
Three sleeping queens, and two bundles of kits in seperate nests.
The dark tabby gazed through a small crack in the den's beautifully woven bracken.
Two stars shone through the clouds, bright as the sun itself.
She gazed at the two bundles.
One had four kits nestled together comfortably, and another held three kits, all bigger than the others, spaced evenly with their tails curled around their paws.
I mustn't take the eldest kits.
The gray cat glanced and her, and they both nodded in unison.
Gently grasping two kits by the scruff, the gray she-cat whisked out of the den.
Quickly, the tabby grabbed the other two in between her jaws and ran.
A wail traveled from the nursery to the tabby's ears, loud as a dog's growl.
Before any remorse bubbled to the surface of her emotions, she flicked her tail and every glinting eye in the clearing raced out of the hollow.
Taking long, jagged strides, the cats flew across the territory, and reached a frozen river.
Each jumping across, they took only heartbeats to catch their breath and continued.
The fierce yowls that were previously faint, were now gaining sound.
Each cats eyes were wild, crazy, and no longer had the calmness as before.
Running towards the steep hill their own camp rested in, they never looked back.
Never look back, or else you'll regret it for the rest of your life, a voice whispered in the tabby's ear.
Never look back, my dear Mosswillow. The voice finished, leaving the lightest trace of a sweet, sweet scent.
Mosswillow's eyes widened, but she carried on with the wailing kits in her jaws.
She had made it.
They all had.
Panting, every cat sat in the clearing, now moonlit.
Mosswillow laid on her side, four kits tucked into the curve of her belly.
Brittlefang, known as deputy at that time, narrowed his yellow eyes in her direction.
" You must rename them. " he meowed. " They cannot be known as Rookkit, Littlekit, Featherkit, and Birdkit any longer. "
The she-cat nodded.
Raising her tired voice, she renamed her new kits.
" Elmkit, Forestkit, Softkit, and.. " she paused, her raspy voice no longer filling the clearing.
Images of a glowing kit life and apprenticeship flashed in front of her eyes.
The very last image was a beautiful young ginger and white she-cat, with the right side of her face completely battered, and her ear torn off.
" Brightkit... " she whispered.
" Brightkit. " "
Owlsong closed her eyes, recalling the event vividly.
Troutpaw, Limppaw, and Gingerpaw's neck fur raised, but the shimmer in their pelts were no less dim.
" Mosswillow did that? " Gingerpaw exclaimed, her jaws parted in a big " O".
Owlsong nodded, proud of her daughter, yet horrified that she could do something such as taking kits.
A frowning, dark brown face rounded the corner of the big beech tree.
The three StarClan apprentices gaped at her, slowly backing away.
Mosswillow dipped her head.
" I regret it. But MarshClan was weak, and we needed kits. " she mewed, eyes gaunt.
Limppaw nodded slowly.
" I'm sorry, Mosswillow. ", Troutpaw meowed, face covered in sympathy.
Mosswillow painfully closed her eyes.
" No.. It was my fault. "
So yeah I've got the " backstory" for you guys this week, as promised!
You'll see in Maplesplash's ...next..? POV why I included Owlsong Speaks c:
Iloveyouallhaveawonderfulday! Bye!
- reapinq
