Spiritclan, Tale of the
Rebellion
Rebellion

Birdclan's Story. . .
We were once named for our Free Hearts... Like birds; flying every chance we got to spread our wings... Life was good. Enough Prey, no fighting, inner peace... Until one fateful night....
There was a rustle in the bushes far off by the boarder. One of my Birdclan warriors was out that night. He arose from the fern in which he lay to investigate. As he drew closer to the bush, though, a fear began to arise deep within him. It was as if he were being watched... Many eyes piercing his pelt, straight through to his soul... Yet, the brave warrior continued on. A strange cat's scent arose from the bush. "Who are you?!" I asked, swallowing back his fear. The cats response, though, was... astonishing. In seconds, a strange tom had leapt from the bush and killed my warrior. Then, he fled. Along with the many piercing eyes...
That was only the first attack though. As soon as the warrior's body was found, more attacks rose. At first, we thought it was a simple rogue problem. Some ambitious pranksters wanting to mess with us...Dear, were we wrong...
The attacks grew worse and worse. Taking down nearly entire patrols at once. Though, we were lucky... They didn't come that often. Or... At least that's what we thought... After, perhaps, five attacks, they began to attack quicker. Coming nearly every day. And the true problem was, we couldn't beat them. They'd come too strong, and leave too quick. And their scent trails... They could never be traced... That was the oddest part...
One day I scent the greatest scent tracker in my clan, along with a small patrol, to go track down the killers. That... That was a huge mistake, and a benefit at the same time...The patrol never returned. Me and, practically half the clan, tracked down my patrol's scent after they had been gone for a day. Though my patrol's bodies were never found, what we did find was astonishing, and horrifying...
It was not merely a small group of prankster rogues, but an entire tribe. They had a leader. A huge brown and white tom with scars from many battles...
The rest... it was so bloody, and happened so fast... I can't even describe it to you...
But... After they moved into our territory, and enslaved us... They killed me... Stripped me of all seven lives I had left...
I am Silverstar, passed leader of Birdclan, speaking to you from the Starclan. I tell you this for your own good...
There was a rustle in the bushes far off by the boarder. One of my Birdclan warriors was out that night. He arose from the fern in which he lay to investigate. As he drew closer to the bush, though, a fear began to arise deep within him. It was as if he were being watched... Many eyes piercing his pelt, straight through to his soul... Yet, the brave warrior continued on. A strange cat's scent arose from the bush. "Who are you?!" I asked, swallowing back his fear. The cats response, though, was... astonishing. In seconds, a strange tom had leapt from the bush and killed my warrior. Then, he fled. Along with the many piercing eyes...
That was only the first attack though. As soon as the warrior's body was found, more attacks rose. At first, we thought it was a simple rogue problem. Some ambitious pranksters wanting to mess with us...Dear, were we wrong...
The attacks grew worse and worse. Taking down nearly entire patrols at once. Though, we were lucky... They didn't come that often. Or... At least that's what we thought... After, perhaps, five attacks, they began to attack quicker. Coming nearly every day. And the true problem was, we couldn't beat them. They'd come too strong, and leave too quick. And their scent trails... They could never be traced... That was the oddest part...
One day I scent the greatest scent tracker in my clan, along with a small patrol, to go track down the killers. That... That was a huge mistake, and a benefit at the same time...The patrol never returned. Me and, practically half the clan, tracked down my patrol's scent after they had been gone for a day. Though my patrol's bodies were never found, what we did find was astonishing, and horrifying...
It was not merely a small group of prankster rogues, but an entire tribe. They had a leader. A huge brown and white tom with scars from many battles...
The rest... it was so bloody, and happened so fast... I can't even describe it to you...
But... After they moved into our territory, and enslaved us... They killed me... Stripped me of all seven lives I had left...
I am Silverstar, passed leader of Birdclan, speaking to you from the Starclan. I tell you this for your own good...
The Tribe's Side. . .
- My Tribe is known as Tribe of a Lion's Heart. We are proud. We are Strong. We are Ambitious.
There was a time when I was happy. When I had a mate, kits, and my Tribe lived well. Until, one day, it all shattered...
Cats came. They attacked. Out of the blue, no signs, no Omens... NOTHING to tell me when they'd come!
They killed many of my fighters and many of my hunters. And, our one and only healer... Not only that- They slaughtered my entire family right in front of me! Imagine that.. Watching you parents, mate, and moon old kits bleed to death in the claws of an enemy...
After they left, though, it was like they were still there... Their scent, their pungent odor still clinging the walls of our camp... And they all had the same smell... They were a group. Another tribe, perhaps... I remembered their scent. Forest-y. Dry. Fresh.
I looked around at the rest of my tribe. I was lucky, I guess. I still had half of my tribe left. But... My heart was broken. My family, all of my loved ones... Dead. And I watched them die... Was it my fault? Yes. I should have been able to save them...
With a broken heart, I went to sleep. That night, though, I got this feeling... A tugging feeling. A didn't understand it. Over the days, though, it grew worse. Tugging at my claws, coursing through my veins... One day... On day I smelled the killers' scent again. It mixed with the blood of my recently killed prey. It had been a moon since the attack. And that day... The entire scene came flashing back into my memory.
That's when it happened. That's when my Psyche snapped. That was the day I swore vengeance on any "clan" I found...
My name is Hawk's Snow, and I tell you this so you know my innocence... Birdclan merely got what they deserved...
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Prophecy. . .
-Yet to be decided-
S p i r i t c l a n . . .
Amberflare || Ara-Chan
Rivershade || White T a b b y
Reserve for Two
Reserve for ~Seer of Mind~
Reserve for Nightra
Reserved for Mustache Kitty
Reserved for Captain Greenleaf
Reserved for Fallenstar/єηνιѕιση.
Hawk's Snow and his tribe swore vengeance on any clan the found... True, Birdclan wasn't the one who attacked the Tribe, but they will be paying the price for something they never did...
Birdclan has been Enslaved by the Tribe of a Lion's Heart. Yes. The Tribe completely overrun them. Took over the clan entirely.
Each day they are torchered, starved, and forced to work under Hawk's Snow and Hill Ridge's rule.
Like the Omega's of a wolf pack, the clan was considered "the lowest of the low" after merging with the Tribe. Always spat at and pushed around. Blatantly disrespected, in all.
However, when Starclan sends a message through to eight young warriors, a rebellion begins. The eight warriors are destined to start a secret rebellion, hidden in the numbers of the combined group. They'll gain followers over time until they are great enough and strong enough to get what they deserve; Justice.
They call themselves...
Spiritclan.
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