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Post by AUGUST ?! on Dec 27, 2008 19:06:11 GMT -7
 If you were not already informed of this fact, this is a Warriors site that has been completely corrupted. Well, not so much the site as the land that it takes place in. Please let me further explain.
A time not too long ago, in the land that the four Clans dominated with ease, a new force came about. The foxes, always persecuted with such ferocity by the cats, came at them with full force. The cats could not have been more surprised. The newleaf season had brought less prey than expected, leaving the felines more than slightly affected. Also, the usual fox attacks had stopped, and while some were suspicious, it was a relief to the majority. And StarClan had not sent them any omens that they were aware of. When a band of foxes attacked, the Clans were shocked. Who knew they could organize themselves in that way! And, although the foxes had quite a few warriors of their own, it seemed the battle would end with the success going to the cats. Yet as a second, and a third, and a fourth band charged and attacked with ferocity, the cats came away with the short end of the stick. Half of their numbers had been killed off, and their territory had been taken away from them forever.
When the felines regrouped, they realized that all but a few cats of RiverClan were dead, the other three Clans had about half of their cats left alive, and there was but one medicine cat. They were in disarray, but out of the chaos stepping one feline. Blackfrost, he was called. He was actually a rogue from a place not too far away, where the foxes had lived in exile. He became a symbol of hope to the disorderly group of cats. He told them they must travel to these places where he had come from; there was nowhere else suitable to go to. They traveled slowly, and rested often. The journey wasn’t necessarily long, but they were weary beyond belief.
At last they arrived, and organized themselves in a ravine hidden from view. Almost immediately, the group sent out scouts from each of their Clans, to search for suitable territories. Meanwhile, the Clans started to get back to their organized ways. RiverClan, or should I say the few cats remaining of RiverClan, made a tough decision. They decided that to survive in this new land, would have to join with another Clan. Predictably, they joined their forces with ShadowClan. The Clans also realized that their old Warrior Code would, obviously, not apply to this new landscape. With prickling paws, they came up with a new code: the Survivor Code. Its ways were controversial, but the majority decided it had to be. When the scouts reported back, it was found that each Clan had a territory befitting their preferences. The three Clans agreed that they would take a moon to settle into their environment, and meet back here, at the Sunken-Earth.
Hard at work, the three Clans struggled to get used to their areas. Boundaries were tentatively marked, and fights broke out. Old RiverClanners taught their new Clan the art of fishing in the murky ponds. Each cat began to discover secrets of the land they now called home. The old medicine cat, Russetclaw, discovered a small rocky area just east of WindClan territory that held a few stone caves. She realized this would be their means of communicating with ‘StarClan’. At the end of the moon, much had been accomplished. Finally territories and borders were set, last additions to the Survivor Code made, and the lives of the Clans truly beginning. It was decided there would be one medicine cat, and the RiverClan cats were officially named ShadowClan.
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This was not too long ago. Older cat’s parents most likely were born in the old forest. There will probably still be conflicts over borders and such. Be aware that this hostory might be edited later on, when I feel the inspiration.
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