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"If we believe, then there is hope."
"That is what we live our lives by."
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"If we believe, then there is hope."
"That is what we live our lives by."
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Many moons ago our clan was one of loyalty and strength, friendliness and hospitality.
Any who stepped onto our territory were welcomed with open arms as we greeted them
with food. Our leaders had never seen any reason not to as none of us ever saw the bad
in a cat. But our medicine cat warned us, foretold of the prophecy that one day we would
meet our end from a loner. That we would accept him and he would destroy us. Our
leaders did not heed this warning, it went against our nature and we continued to accept
others into our clan. Back then we didn't realize that our kindness would be our downfall.
It was late one night when a lone cat strolled into our camp, asking for a place to spend
the night, to rest his paws was all he asked of us. We agreed, fed him and let him rest.
When we woke the next morning he had brought us food, his own way of thanking us for
the hospitality we had shown him. We were all overjoyed at the kindness this cat showed
us. All except for the old medicine cat who saw the evil behind the smile. He refused to
accept the cat's generosity, our leader snapped at him for his rudeness. We offered the
lone cat, who's name we learned was Winterfang, a place to stay. A permanent home
where he could rest every night. It took him a day or two but finally Winterfang accepted,
deciding he would stay with us. Rabbitstripe, our medicine cat, protested time after time
to our leader and deputy; he preached to all who would listen that Winterfang would be
our downfall. None of us listened, we didn't even question when Rabbitstripe suddenly
died. His death was proclaimed to be old age. We should have listened to him, he was
right. All of us were wrong. Just two moons later in the middle of the night Whitefang
left our camp and returned two days later with an army behind him. He slaughtered our
clan and those who survived fled in terror. Many of us were split that night, our deputy
led the largest group to a safe haven. It is here, by the very ocean the deputy led us to
that we have taken refuge. We have renamed ourselves Oceanclan. While our physical
scars have healed our emotional ones have not. We still have yet to learn to trust.
Many moons ago our clan was one of loyalty and strength, friendliness and hospitality.
Any who stepped onto our territory were welcomed with open arms as we greeted them
with food. Our leaders had never seen any reason not to as none of us ever saw the bad
in a cat. But our medicine cat warned us, foretold of the prophecy that one day we would
meet our end from a loner. That we would accept him and he would destroy us. Our
leaders did not heed this warning, it went against our nature and we continued to accept
others into our clan. Back then we didn't realize that our kindness would be our downfall.
It was late one night when a lone cat strolled into our camp, asking for a place to spend
the night, to rest his paws was all he asked of us. We agreed, fed him and let him rest.
When we woke the next morning he had brought us food, his own way of thanking us for
the hospitality we had shown him. We were all overjoyed at the kindness this cat showed
us. All except for the old medicine cat who saw the evil behind the smile. He refused to
accept the cat's generosity, our leader snapped at him for his rudeness. We offered the
lone cat, who's name we learned was Winterfang, a place to stay. A permanent home
where he could rest every night. It took him a day or two but finally Winterfang accepted,
deciding he would stay with us. Rabbitstripe, our medicine cat, protested time after time
to our leader and deputy; he preached to all who would listen that Winterfang would be
our downfall. None of us listened, we didn't even question when Rabbitstripe suddenly
died. His death was proclaimed to be old age. We should have listened to him, he was
right. All of us were wrong. Just two moons later in the middle of the night Whitefang
left our camp and returned two days later with an army behind him. He slaughtered our
clan and those who survived fled in terror. Many of us were split that night, our deputy
led the largest group to a safe haven. It is here, by the very ocean the deputy led us to
that we have taken refuge. We have renamed ourselves Oceanclan. While our physical
scars have healed our emotional ones have not. We still have yet to learn to trust.
