Welcome to DreamClan
Brownstar squeezed his broad shoulders through the dense undergrowth, his deep blue eyes widening as they absorbed every detail of the scene that lay before him; it was not a pretty one.
Several enormous, mustard-colored monsters now dozed in what had once been an area abundant in pine trees, but was now a dusty, dismal clearing, casting menacing shadows upon the dry, barren earth of the lot as a pale sun rose above the horizon, outlining their grimy figures in a shimmering golden glow.
As he gazed upon the site, the brown-tabby tom recalled the events of the previous morning.
Mistypebble's dawn patrol had returned to camp with rubble clinging to their pelts and somwhat-panicky expressions on their faces. They had informed him of the Twoleg invasion; of the ways in which those ugly, selfish creatures were damaging their territory; destroying their home.
Perhaps they were mistaken, he had thought. Perhaps they had seen this terrible incident taking place on another Clan's territory, believing it was their own.
But alas, it was not so. Patrols did not make mistakes; the cats selected to participate in them were always extremely observant, never missing any important details; not once had they returned with false information.
"Great EternalClan," murmurred Brownstar, lowering his body even closer to the cracked soil as a group of Twolegs, shovels and blueprints in their strange five-fingered paws, emerged from the length of forest opposite himself.
"What happens now?"
Brownstar squeezed his broad shoulders through the dense undergrowth, his deep blue eyes widening as they absorbed every detail of the scene that lay before him; it was not a pretty one.
Several enormous, mustard-colored monsters now dozed in what had once been an area abundant in pine trees, but was now a dusty, dismal clearing, casting menacing shadows upon the dry, barren earth of the lot as a pale sun rose above the horizon, outlining their grimy figures in a shimmering golden glow.
As he gazed upon the site, the brown-tabby tom recalled the events of the previous morning.
Mistypebble's dawn patrol had returned to camp with rubble clinging to their pelts and somwhat-panicky expressions on their faces. They had informed him of the Twoleg invasion; of the ways in which those ugly, selfish creatures were damaging their territory; destroying their home.
Perhaps they were mistaken, he had thought. Perhaps they had seen this terrible incident taking place on another Clan's territory, believing it was their own.
But alas, it was not so. Patrols did not make mistakes; the cats selected to participate in them were always extremely observant, never missing any important details; not once had they returned with false information.
"Great EternalClan," murmurred Brownstar, lowering his body even closer to the cracked soil as a group of Twolegs, shovels and blueprints in their strange five-fingered paws, emerged from the length of forest opposite himself.
"What happens now?"
Welcome to Part IV of the Seasons of the Clans saga! ^o^ This role-play is based off of the Warriors series, by Erin Hunter. Before you move on, there are a few things you should know.
- ● Even if you believe you know the original warrior code by heart, please take the time to read our updated version, as it has some added twists and such.
● If you're not on the Clan list, I apologize -- however, don't expect your name to magically appear the next day; chances are, if you're not on there a day or so after you've been accepted, I've forgotten to add you or misplaced your form. Please PM me if the occasion arises -- I don't have a crystal ball I can turn to if you guys have any problems.
● Please take the time to read the announcements I post on the bulletin board; there may be some important information there, and I'm not going to send a mass PM every time I've got something to say.
It has been many moons since the battle with BloodClan, the Great Journey to the Lake Territory, and the drought. The Old Clans have faded out; ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan and WindClan are no more. Even StarClan was left behind; forgotten. Instead, there are now three Clans; MythClan, LegendClan, and DreamClan -- brought to life by a group of young cats. Even a new generation of ancestors has been born; known to the Clan cats as EternalClan.
Many moons have passed since the revival of the Clans, and trouble stirs. Twolegs have begun to demolish DreamClan's territory, destroying it piece by piece. Soon, there may be nothing left.
Welcome to DreamClan - I am Brownstar, your proud leader. Now, please read the rules, or I will bite your head off. :D
Welcome to DreamClan - I am Brownstar, your proud leader. Now, please read the rules, or I will bite your head off. :D
