๐elcome, traveller, to The Valley Of Kagonn!
Here you can create your own tribe of loyal mice and discover a whole new hidden world.
To start off I'll introduce myself. I'm Feather, a Member of The Tribe Of The Rushing Pines.
Unique, huh? My tribe lies in the middle of a line of pine trees, we fall asleep every night to the sound of
the wind swooshing through the pine boughs.
I just love it here. The feeling of the wind in my fur, the smiles on my tribe mates faces as we laugh and joke
at meal time.. This is the life.
Sorry! I'm getting a bit carried away. Anyway, It wasn't always this way. There was once a time when no mice lived here.
Come, I'll tell you a story. The story of my ancestors.
"๐ong long ago, before my tribe - before any tribe, actually - existed, this valley was a vast and unexplored.
There were no mice here. Only the occasional migrating bird or insect dared enter this foreign place.
Until a band of weary Rodents came into the valley from who knows where, and claimed this paradise for their own.
They reproduced and grew in numbers greatly over the next few years.
These mice were The Tribe Of Paradise Plains, the first tribe of our story.
They began to take up special tribe roles and traditions, which are still used to this day.
All was well until a certain mouse was appointed leader. Now usually there are four leaders, and all must agree on something
before it is done, but this mouse, Jag, wanted to lead the tribe himself. Jag was popular among his tribe mates - he was big, handsome, and very cunning. One day he did something terrible, something that was to be the downfall of his tribe - and the beginning of a new era.
Predators were very scarce in these parts, hence the name Paradise Plains.
Until one winter, in the dead of night, a creature was born.
In the season to come this creature, along with Jag, would destroy everything the tribe knew and loved.
In spring, when new life was abundant in the Paradise Plains clan, the creature struck.
It had grown and outlived all others of it's kind in that terrible winter, and become something many feared.
It preyed on those who least expected it. With one leap of a long, slender body and a snap of two terrible jaws death was quick for the mouse unfortunate enough to stray into the path of the creature. Many mice were killed, and the tribe was struck with terror.
Until..
Jag was but a builder, with no significant importance within his tribe, but when the creature began taking mice and terrorising the border runners, he felt it his duty to do something about it.
He successfully and heroically led it away with a long trail of bait, getting wounded himself in the process, and came back victoriously to his tribe. There was much dancing and celebrating that night, for alas, the beast was gone!
Or so they thought..
Now the tribe of paradise plains had recently lost a leader, who died peacefully from old age, and demanded that Jag be put in the place of the deceased elder.
The leaders at first denied their request, for Jag was but a young builder with no knowledge of leadership.
But the villagers pleaded, and eventually the next day Jag was put among the leaders, in what many believed to be his rightful place."
But what about the Beast, you say?
How does the story end?
Tragically, unfortunately.
So let us continue...
"๐hile the mice were yet still celebrating their victory, and proud Jag accepting all praise and spoils, as to be expected, the beast returned.
For as the tribe later learned, Jag had not led it away, but only made a covenant with it!
He had promised all the young mice of the next season as a meal for the creature, if he would only stay away 2 months, long enough for Jag to become leader. At first the creature had tried to eat him, hence the wound on his leg, but Jag had soon made clear his intentions.
He did a very terrible and foolish thing, for soon, when the creature returned, Jag himself had aquired mate and a family!
The creature demanded its reward, but Jag, being stubborn and proud, as well as foolish, declined his request.
The next few days were chaos. The creature raged full fury on the tribe, and many mice were scattered or killed.
Jag himself was last seen leaping into the river of Kagonn, and to this day no mouse knows his fate.
By next spring the mice of Kagonn had re-established themselves into smaller tribes, some moving higher into the mountains, some staying in the forest below, and some moving in among the reeds of the river bank."