Tomorrow is another day.
- It was said that the clan would live on, through the hard and the easy. It was rumoured that the cat's of MistClan were tough and could survive anything, hence why they lived in the rockiest terrain available to them. Prey was plentiful, and nothing seemed to go wrong. But as Murphy's law implores, what can go wrong, will go wrong.
It was one summer, and the warriors made their daily route to the edges of the territory, making sure all boundaries were scented with the Clan. It did its job most times, sending fear into the hearts of the loners and rouges. No-one dared challenge them until that day ... It was Shadowstar that led the warriors that day, as was her duty. The black she-cat was rough and tough, and her own clan barely rose against her wills. That one day changed everything.
A rouge called Falcon and his followers ambushed the party, killing all but Shadow. They took her captive, holding her in the darkest of their dens. She soon became sick and frail, her clan worrying themselves dreadfully about the loss of their leader. It was many moons until Falcon took the she-cat home.
The sly tom told lies about how he had come across Shadow lying in the pools of her warriors blood, an insane grin across her features as she laughed as she killed her friends without mercy. Falcon told the clan how he had held her captive until she spilled the story, a guilty conscience causing her to grow weaker by the day. Of course the poor she-cat couldn't respond, too frail to do more than a weak mewl. And one look at the once beautiful Shadow caused the clan to believe Falcon.
He took his place as leader, after a meeting had been held and the clan had decided upon killing the supposed traitor. He was named Falconstar, and ruled above Mistclan without pity. The cats of the clan told themselves he was just being a good leader, but none could erase the nagging feeling at the back of said mind. It wasn't until Falcon brought in his friends and followers into the clan that things began to rush downhill and the cats finally began to notice what was happening around them ... But it was too late. All remaining cats of the Clan were brutally murdered ... All except one.
Little Roseleaf, daughter of Shadowstar, was kept alive, and for one reason only. The greedy Falcon wanted her for his mate. Now, any child would immediately refuse, but Rose was sensible. She'd seen what had happened to her mother and friends, so she agreed. The union was not a happy one, of course, but it survived long enough for the she-cat to give birth to one kit; Willow.
It was on Willowkit's sixth moon birthday that her father died, leaving her mother all too happy. Willow couldn't understand why, but watched as Roseleaf took leader and became Rosestar. Willow, you see, had no idea of the brutal tom her father was, and so grew attached to the figure he was. He brought her up rough, and so the newly made apprentice did not weep at his death. She bit her tongue and let her crimson blood fall to the ground and tell her story.
Willow grew older, soon becoming Willowseed as she became warrior. On her mother's death bed, the she-cat told her story, and her clan's. Willow, unknowing of her past swore to avenge her mother. Taking the clan with open paws, she's bringing it to its former glory, rising once again above all the other clans.
It's up to you, cat.
