I remember when the sun would beat down upon the Clans grounds, when the clouds would lazily float across the sky, giving us a peaceful stare. But all that changed when that mangy flea-bag had come up from nowhere and ruined everything. I remember the Clans camp grounds littered with puddles of blood and bones and dead bodies and corpses. I rememeber the hatred in each cats eyes, burning throughout their wry souls and into the next, searching with prying eyes for the next victim, the next unliucky cat to have their throat ripped out and their body shredded to threads. This was the time of the Solar Ecplise. The Solar Ecplise was the first the cats ever experienced, but not seeing the full moon, cats thought it was a sign from StarClan that War was upon them, and they must fight. It was, in a way that all cats imagined but never really spoke up, it was horrific.
I remember the moons and moons and countless moons of fighting for victory. But, for victory over what? What were they fighting for, we never really found out. Only that each wave after wave after wave of boundless warriors surging our camp was the reason to fight back, with every claw extended and fang gleaming. It was this way, that we kept fighting back, with each warrior, queen, apprentice, kit, elder, leader and deputy. Oh, the amount of kits and apprentices we lost during those times. They were tough, really tough and dark times the Clans went through those moons and days of agony. All four Clans, fighting against eachother, do I remember. The lightning that striked in ThunderClans eyes, my own eyes as well. The shadows that covered the colors of ShadowClans eyes. The never ending hatred flow in RiverClans eyes. And the love and caring and hospitality swept away from WindClans now hollow eyes.
And it all started when that mess of a rouge, Sol, and his pack of battle hungry rouges came into the Clans territory. And he started with us, my Clan, which i do not which one. There was a hypnotic spell about him, drawing us all to his attention, like we were under something. No one really found out, but we did find out that StarClan granted a random cat a very destructive gift, and planned out his destiny, also knowing it would ruin each and every Clan. He caused this war. He caused the hatred. He caused the flow of blood beneathed our paws. And he caused the Solar Ecplise.
He was the one that made the sun disappear in the place of a round black ball with a rim of white-hot fire around the black ball. He started this. He started that turmoil.
He was the cause of all those deaths, of all those occurrences in StarClan, all those lives to be lost from the leaders, forcing the inexperienced to be the head of an angered and scared Clan. I remember it, even though I was a mere week old. I remember it clear as day in my head, replaying in my head like a record. Over and over and over those screams of agony and pain and loss. Each cat went down, either way, but only a few, remained.
There were only a measly selection of use Clan cats left, a few from RiverClan and WindClan, but mostly ShadowClan and ThunderClan. Me, myself I do not know which Clan I originated from. I was just a mere kit, only about a week old. Not knowing because no one ever told me, seeing as I was born right as this turmoil began. I know I am certainly not WindClan or ThunderClan. Those cats had a certain alliance with them, being all friendly. We watched them with careful eyes, seeing them grow closer and closer together. So I know I'm not either one of those. But I'll never know my true Clan. All I know now is that I now belong to a Clan that is not afraid of anything, not like those emaciated flea-pelts who jump at every crack of a brach, every rustle of a leaf.
The next thing I remember is coming here, to this little camp we've made up here, so close to the stars, not that I put much weight in them now, anyways. Tigerpaw tells me that the others have been saying that they feel much more protected and safer here, so close to the heavens and StarClan. He also tells me that they love us and that they care for us. I keep telling him, rubbish! If they loved us, why did they do this to us? If they truly loved us, they wouldn't have made us go through the pain and suffering that we did. They wouldnt have dine this to us, done this to me. I lost whatever youth I could have had. I lost everything and everyone. I can't even remember my mothers own face. Isn't that pathetic? Isn't that sad? I think so. It makes me what to cry, sometimes, it really does. As of yet, though, I never have. It's too late for whatever could have been, so I suppose I need to move on in my life. That's what they tell me, anyway.
It was all caused, by one, scrawny cat named Sol.
I remember the moons and moons and countless moons of fighting for victory. But, for victory over what? What were they fighting for, we never really found out. Only that each wave after wave after wave of boundless warriors surging our camp was the reason to fight back, with every claw extended and fang gleaming. It was this way, that we kept fighting back, with each warrior, queen, apprentice, kit, elder, leader and deputy. Oh, the amount of kits and apprentices we lost during those times. They were tough, really tough and dark times the Clans went through those moons and days of agony. All four Clans, fighting against eachother, do I remember. The lightning that striked in ThunderClans eyes, my own eyes as well. The shadows that covered the colors of ShadowClans eyes. The never ending hatred flow in RiverClans eyes. And the love and caring and hospitality swept away from WindClans now hollow eyes.
And it all started when that mess of a rouge, Sol, and his pack of battle hungry rouges came into the Clans territory. And he started with us, my Clan, which i do not which one. There was a hypnotic spell about him, drawing us all to his attention, like we were under something. No one really found out, but we did find out that StarClan granted a random cat a very destructive gift, and planned out his destiny, also knowing it would ruin each and every Clan. He caused this war. He caused the hatred. He caused the flow of blood beneathed our paws. And he caused the Solar Ecplise.
He was the one that made the sun disappear in the place of a round black ball with a rim of white-hot fire around the black ball. He started this. He started that turmoil.
He was the cause of all those deaths, of all those occurrences in StarClan, all those lives to be lost from the leaders, forcing the inexperienced to be the head of an angered and scared Clan. I remember it, even though I was a mere week old. I remember it clear as day in my head, replaying in my head like a record. Over and over and over those screams of agony and pain and loss. Each cat went down, either way, but only a few, remained.
There were only a measly selection of use Clan cats left, a few from RiverClan and WindClan, but mostly ShadowClan and ThunderClan. Me, myself I do not know which Clan I originated from. I was just a mere kit, only about a week old. Not knowing because no one ever told me, seeing as I was born right as this turmoil began. I know I am certainly not WindClan or ThunderClan. Those cats had a certain alliance with them, being all friendly. We watched them with careful eyes, seeing them grow closer and closer together. So I know I'm not either one of those. But I'll never know my true Clan. All I know now is that I now belong to a Clan that is not afraid of anything, not like those emaciated flea-pelts who jump at every crack of a brach, every rustle of a leaf.
The next thing I remember is coming here, to this little camp we've made up here, so close to the stars, not that I put much weight in them now, anyways. Tigerpaw tells me that the others have been saying that they feel much more protected and safer here, so close to the heavens and StarClan. He also tells me that they love us and that they care for us. I keep telling him, rubbish! If they loved us, why did they do this to us? If they truly loved us, they wouldn't have made us go through the pain and suffering that we did. They wouldnt have dine this to us, done this to me. I lost whatever youth I could have had. I lost everything and everyone. I can't even remember my mothers own face. Isn't that pathetic? Isn't that sad? I think so. It makes me what to cry, sometimes, it really does. As of yet, though, I never have. It's too late for whatever could have been, so I suppose I need to move on in my life. That's what they tell me, anyway.
It was all caused, by one, scrawny cat named Sol.
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