Chapter One: ForestClan
Of course, 1938 still had countless stars in its sky, but this is fiction, come on. The reason the night sky is so starless here is because of the few StarClan spirits.
Enjoy! I'm still trying to get this story British xD BRITS ARE ACE! I'm so bad at this… Lol.
A storm so large that breaks apart
All it strikes, right in the heart
But some fur shining silver stops the storm
From getting stronger and summoning a swarm.
It was a night like two generations ago. Crickets and a black sky. Old Maxwell sat, staring into the forest. He wondered if Bruce would ever come out of there. Did Bruce like it there? Was that even his name anymore?
Flashback
Bruce stared at the circle of cats. There were no more than twenty-five. "Housecats! I have gathered you all today to discuss our owners, the twolegs. First of all, our new term for them will be twolegs. You can call them what you like outside of these meetings. Barefurs, upwalks, whatever you prefer. But this meeting and possible future meetings will refer to them as twolegs.
"This meeting, as stated before, will discuss the different behavior of our twolegs. They have been raising their voices and, on rare occasions, been throwing objects at each other. How they can fight each other, I cannot comprehend. But we will not do what they are doing. We will come together, into the forest. Into the wild, savage trees that hold many secrets.
"When the moon reaches full after tonight, we shall leave. We'll form… A Clan of sorts, you know, like some twolegs have. We can call it ForestClan. I know it isn't the most creative name, but if we all agree, we can adopt this name for our new Clan, yes?"
The cats meowed in agreement, their various voices blending.
"Alright. Now for a group to work, there must be different tasks in it. For example, the cats who go hunting, and the cats who defend from possible attacks. And there must be a leader to guide them. Oh, and maybe someone to aid the leader? We might need a cat to help with medicine, as well. And maybe a she-cat or two to care for the kittens."
Various cats started applying for tasks.
(Bold is she-cat, italics is tom)
The hunters included Retro, Polar, Spectrum, and Fang.
The defenders included Red, Spark, Tree, and Fog.
The mother-cats included Amber, Flower, Tune, and Echo.
The medicine cat was Bee.
The deputy was Cliff.
And the leader was of course Bruce, who was voted.
That made eleven cats- over half had abandoned the idea, which they had deemed useless and too risky.
"That's quite alright. A group as small as us can grow twice as big in two generations!"
That night, eleven felines set out for the forest.
Into the wild.
End of flashback
Maxwell blinked. He remembered how he'd watched the group set paw into the woods, two generations ago. It was so dark that night.
And something had been watching them. Eleven cats, defenseless, underfed housecats turned wild who knew nothing of attacking.
Maxwell knew it had been watching them. He saw its yellow eyes and its perfectly white smile daring the cats to make a home there.
Evidently, the Clan would have a challenge. Had they won?
Well, there you go! Thanks to WhiteHeart17 for inspiring me to write more! I hope others enjoy it! Not sure if next chapter will be set in Silverpelt's time or not. It might be.
(Brits are still ace!)