"For once in our lives, we thought we could live peacefully. When things change, sometimes we aren't adapted or ready for it. When they said they wanted to take our labor force away from our plantations, we rebelled to try to hold on to what we have, however we were in for a rude awakening." Mapleshade, 1861, Atlanta, Georgia.
Allegiances:
Thunderclan:
Ulysses (Board shouldered tabby tom)
Sherman, William (Lean brown tom)
McClellan, George (Bushy white tom)
Winfield (Fat gray tom)
Ambrose (Dark brown tabby with dope ass Sideburns)
Pope, John (Black tom)
Meade, George (Scrawny Gray tom with scruffy fur)
Hooker, Joseph (Seal point cream tom)
Joshua (Light brown tom)
Rosecrans, William (White and brown tom)
Abraham (Black and white tom (President of Thunderclan))
Thunderclan Confederacy:
Robert (Gray and white tom)
Thomas (Dark brown tom also known as "Stonewall")
Braxton (Black and brown tom)
Pickett, George (White and gray tom)
Johnston, Joseph (Black tom)
Jubal (Calico tom)
Hood, John (Snow white tom)
Pemberton, John (Light gray tom)
Jefferson (Gray tom (President of the Thunderclan Confederacy)
Alexander (Short furred brown tom (Vice president of the Thunderclan Confederacy)
Mapleshade (Calico She-cat)
Kits of Mapleshade:
Petal (Fluffy brown She-cat)
Patch (Pale patched ginger and white tom with tiny bits of black fur)
Larch (Dark brown Tom)
Civilians: (Those who don't take any sides to the war.)
Brown, John (Brown and gray tom)
Frederick (Completely black tom)
Templeton, George (Cream colored tom)
Harriet (Black She-cat)
Wilmer (Light brown tom)
Martha (White she-cat)
Without Further ado, let's begin
We often think that legends come from the most well-know or the best speakers. In fact they say those who do so would often lead the world in how powerful they become even if they are weak.
February 12th, 1809 Shack location in Kentucky.
A tom with his medical supplies looked over a she-cat as she was struggling to get her kit out. The tom knew that his work was just about done.
"All right Nancy, just one last push and we would be done." The tom mewed to Nancy as it was a message that it was now or never to have her kit. Gritting with all her might, Nancy forced the kit out who was complete with everything including a top hat. The new kit spat the pacifier out as he got out a piece of paper as he coughed to clear his voice and began to speak.
"9 months and four days ago, my father brought forth upon my mother himself and gave to her a child conceived in a shack in Kentucky and dedicated to the proposition that I will drink num-nums from a bottle and do little poo poos in my Pantses. For the next two to three years now, what does, if babies do again? Oh yeah." The kit spoke before his eyes teared up and he began crying. His farther looked at him.
"I am not touching that." His father looked at the crying kit. Nancy looked at him.
"What should we name him?" Nancy asked. His father looked at him as he was thinking of a name for such an intelligent kit.
"Let's name him Abraham." His father replied. They knew that Abraham would be the head of the household but what they didn't know was that he was destined for greatness and making moves that no other cat would do.
The years would go by as Thunderclan became more and more developed. Abraham worked a lot of jobs to support his family as he soon moved from Kentucky to Indiana and finally to Illinois. He turned being a lawyer for the new state and would help create some of the best cases. But he also began dabbling into the world of Thunderclan's Politics and not even 100 years after Thunderclan's creation, they were beginning to question everything and one of the biggest marks of it was Slavery. Many black cats were taken from their homelands and sold away as property. However the tears were slowly growing as the country had 11 free states and 11 slave states. Now one more state wanted to join.
March 3rd, 1820
"Hello cat's nice to meet you." A calico she-cat came in as she was carrying a case and some papers. "I am here to make Missouri the 23rd state of Thunderclan." The she-cat made the proposal. The two groups, the Northerners and the Southerners were looking to add more states to their country.
"Hello she-cat from Missouri, welcome to the nation. We'll be happy to accept Missouri as a free state." The Northern Thunderclan cat mewed as he wanted to make the cat feel comfortable. The Southern Thunderclan cats looked as mistrust was beginning to form in their eyes.
"Oh no you don't. You're trying to get one over on us. Missouri will be a southern slave state." The Southern Thunderclan cats replied as they wanted. The Northern cats knew they wanted to balance things out so that things wouldn't heat up. The senior tom spoke.
"All right, settle down; let's let the miss take her pick on this now it's one or the other." The tom spoke. The she-cat began thinking hard about her decision soon she remembered on why she wanted to do this for.
"Missouri will be a slave state." The she-cat replied. She soon explained. "Eli Whitney's Cotton Gin would help the state get money so it can build settlements." The Southern cats were happy about it but the Northern cats wanted to keep things in check. They soon recognized the unorganized territory they had in the northeast that they wanted to make a state so they decided on that.
"Well if you want to make Missouri a slave state, then allow me to introduce the freshest free state on the map." The northern tom mewed as he soon got out a red marker as he drew an arrow at the free territory, making it the freshest state on the map. "Maine." He mewed giving the state a name. The southern cats were livid as there were two states instead of one. They just wanted more slave states.
"Hey you can't do that!" A Southern She-cat hissed as they thought it was illegal to make 2 states at once but they needed to balance the Slave and Free states. The senior northern tom soon lost his cool and decided to make a move that will set the course for an upset balance of Thunderclan. He soon grabbed a marker as he soon sharply spoke to the Southern She-cat.
"Then you can't have any more slaves above the 36th degree and 30th degree line!" The northern tom hissed as he drew a line on where the southern cats couldn't have any more slaves. The Southern cats were getting angry by this proposition.
"What?!" The southern she-cat hissed. The northern tom turned as he soon spoke.
"The issue of Slavery is solved and it will never come up again." The northern tom spoke as he wanted to address that they have solved the issue. The northern cats cheered while the southern cats were bitterly spiteful and oppressed.
However that wasn't all, as the days began whirling around and passing by, compromises were made as the issue was kicked down the road. It was also here, that one cat would be the ferocious one that will kick things off and this was the day she entered the world.
May 7th, 1821 Atlanta, Georgia
A she-cat struggled as she was also bringing a kit into the world, some of their black cat slaves were helping out as she forced the kit out. She was panting as she was finished.
"It's a she-cat." One of the slaves mewed as he soon handed the calico kit over. The she-cat looked at her.
"Maple, my daughter, Maple." She mewed as she was holding her. She soon gave the she-kit a name as she would take care of the kit.
As the years went by, Maple was spoiled throughout as she was often given the most lavish and expensive things while becoming a beautiful southerner cat. Maple was interested in most things growing up but one thing she was the most interested in was taking over her mother's property. After owning hundreds of slaves and maintaining it for the next couple of decades. Maple knew that something was going to happen. Maple was reading the paper as she was taking a sip of her morning coffee. The main headline said: Thunderclan gone to war with Mexico, Volunteers needed. Maple was already 25 years old and she was waiting around. One of the slaves came to Maple.
"I know what I want to do." Maple mewed as she wanted to get herself ready. The slave took her mug and her plate as he looked at her.
"But Maple, your mother is dying of Typhoid Fever, you sure you want to go volunteer for Thunderclan? What if you die, there will be nobody left to inherit the plantation of cotton." The slave mewed wondering if it was right to go and volunteer for her country; Maple looked at the slave.
"I promise I will be back in time to inherit the property, I promise you." Maple soon got up and left, she knew she had a mission to do and she was going to fulfill it. The slaves looked at her as she walked off.
Within months, she got herself signed up and was fighting with a small contingent of Thunderclan cats. She also made a friend but also moreover a lover, a handsome Riverclan volunteer named Appledusk who was serving alongside them.
Texas Country, January 28th, 1847, Thunderclan-Mexican war.
Mapleshade was one of the few that got promoted that day was she was looking over the field of her fellow fighters. A gray tom named Winfield looked over his fighters as he was preparing to speak.
"Okay, we're just about ready to finish the Chihuahuas off, I want everyone ready and able to fight, fix your bayonets as we are getting ready to charge through." Winfield announced. Soon he looked over the cannons as they fired away. "Cease your fire, the infantry will come along next." Winfield told the cannons to silence themselves. The cannons soon fired their last shots as Mapleshade went to Appledusk.
"You ready to do this?" Mapleshade asked the tom as she got her musket ready. She soon mounted Appledusk's horse as she would be able to help him.
"Yes I am. We should be able to win this war soon." Appledusk responded. Winfield mounted his horse. Winfield got out his saber as he soon turned to them.
"Charge! Winfield shouted, the horses as well as the infantry, charged out as the horses gained speed. They were going to smash their lines.
The Chihuahuas peeked their heads out as they saw the cats charge at them. They soon got out their muskets as they began getting ready to fire.
"Here they come! Get ready!" Their commander shouted as they soon positioned themselves up and ready to fire. Mapleshade and Appledusk were riding along together as the horses were getting farther up than the infantry. Their commander was getting antsy as he wanted to get this fight done. "Fire!" The commander shouted, the muskets went off as some of the horses and infantry went down but since it took 20 seconds to reload a musket, they heavily relied on their bayonets. Mapleshade raised her musket and fired, striking a Chihuahua down as Appledusk drew his saber. He soon raced alongside the other horses as they began smashing into their lines.
Appledusk soon thrusted his saber into one of the Chihuahuas as Mapleshade stabbed another one with the rifle bayonet. The small dogs were thrown into disarray as they were getting scattered. Some with revolvers fired trying to fend off the attackers but with the Thunderclan cats coming in very close to them, they knew there wasn't going to be that much of a fight left. The Chihuahuas began doing one of three things, retreating, fighting back or surrendering. Winfield soon looked over the numbers.
"So what's the casualties?" Winfield asked wondering what their losses were.
"So far for Thunderclan, 13 dead and 188 wounded. As for the Chihuahuas, 98 dead, 546 wounded and 1,048 taken as prisoners, we definitely won that engagement." Appledusk responded. It was a victory that they needed for this war. Appledusk knew he had to keep this up if they were going to win.
"That's a score for us, at this rate those Chihuahuas wouldn't have any bodies left to fight us and they will lose Texas." Winfield told Appledusk Appledusk dismounted his horse as he went to Mapleshade who had taken a bayonet wound during the attack. He soon entered the tent as one of them was taking care of her.
"How's Mapleshade doing? Appledusk asked the doctor who was tending to her wounds.
"She's holding up surprisingly well, I thought that wound would be the end of her but she's got the guts and that is what we need." The Medic told him. Appledusk walked closer as he looked at her.
"You fought well and you done your country good, when we're done, I promise you that I will return home with you." Appledusk responded. Mapleshade laid in her medical bed as Appledusk sat next to her.
In the months that followed, the cats were getting their victories however the loud moth state of Texas was going to create even more problems for them as they were going to take a bloody turn for the worse.
[A/N]: A new story but this time it will be centered around Mapleshade and her struggle to keep what she wanted. This first chapter was more of the exposition as there is a lot of events that would lead up to the big conflict but I wanted to get the first two out of the way. Who says they want to see more? Review and give your opinions on this so I can continue teaching you about what will lead up to this war. Free and Slave states of Thunderclan will not get along in the further chapters to come so be prepared for it.
Also if anyone is confused with the 36th degree and 30th degree allow me to explain, it's where Missouri and Arkansas begins on the map and the cats say you can't have any more slaves above that line. Let's hope it lasts.