Post by JORI on Jun 18, 2013 8:45:40 GMT -7
All it takes is one cat to make a difference.
The charismatic and powerful Sleetstar didn’t waste that ability.
Driven half-mad by the loss of his beloved mate, the ShadowClan leader set out to claim all four territories in her name – and in the name of a united WildClan.
It would be a utopia for the clan cats; there would be no fighting over prey and territory, only supporting one another, protecting one another. They would live like their warrior ancestors in StarClan did, as one united body worrying only about the health of their clanmates – not having to fret over starvation and battle wounds.
The clans of the forest did not agree.
Through years of careful planning and strategy, Sleetstar littered the three other clans with his illegitimate offspring – cats loyal to him, bond by blood and ambition and fear.
Leafbare fell.
ThunderClan soon followed, crushed beneath a surprise attack on their camp. Their leader was slaughtered; their pregnant deputy was imprisoned within her newly-inherited den and kept from receiving her nine lives from StarClan. The clan was starved with strict hunting rations. They rebelled, and they were defeated, again and again, until their wills were finally broken.
RiverClan was more diplomatic.
With the evidence before him, Falconstar chose to willingly give in to Sleetstar’s rule to save his clan, his family. Rebellion never left his mind; but he settled for careful preparation in the shadows.
When WindClan stood alone, they swore to fight. Unimpressed by the struggling clan whose young leader had not even received her nine lives, Sleetstar gave them time to prepare – and gave the forest a small chance to recover. When the last desperate battle broke out around Fourtrees, the rebellious forces within RiverClan rose up alongside WindClan, and the sides were more evenly matched than Sleetstar had anticipated.
And yet, the forest fell.
WildClan began its official reign and any dissenting cats were dealt with harshly. Imprisonment, guards, prey rations, and even death were seen as usual, common punishments. Very quickly the members of WildClan formed into two distinct groups: those who were truly and completely loyal to Sleetstar, and those who complied for the simple sake of survival.
Newleaf came and went.
The world went on as if nothing had happened. Years passed – generations. The time of the four clans became fodder for tales and legends, relegated to nothing more than lessons for rambunctious little kits.
The time of WildClan has arrived.