┌────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
┌────────────────────────────────────────────┐
. . .
└────────────────────────────────────────────┘
they say our ancestors didn't have a word for two-legs or their horrible monsters that they unleashed. our peaceful forest was unt
ouched by outside threats for moons. nobody, not even the great Starclan, could have predicted the destruction that these hairle
ss creatures brought. the two-leg sightings startled even our most seasoned warriors; how could we deal with a threat that we ha
d no previous knowledge about? the unexpected death of our medicine cat left us without a way to communicate with Starclan. w
e stumbled like newborn kits, blind and searching for a light that may never be found again. uncertainty split the clan in factions.
unable to come up with a compromise, our clan remained in our ancestral home. for a moon or two, the two-leg sightings were sc
arce and didn't stray from the edge of the forest. at dawn, a horrid smoke rose in giant plumes that hung in the trees and blocked
out the rising sun. it was only a short time afterwards that we heard a fearsome roaring, louder and fiercer than any battlecry. th
e two-legs had brought with them giant monsters that spewed billowing smoke and had a deafening roar. chaos ensued, we lost t
oo many lives that day. our escape was executed poorly, we could hardly see what was in front of our paws and those that could
n't escape on their own were sadly left behind at the two-legs and their monsters' mercy. our leader at the time, Sagestar, led th
e remainder of our clan through the haze of the forest until we reached the edge. no one could bring themselves to look back on
the home we left, we decided to keep our memories of home positive, we would need it more than ever in the coming moons. to
this day, we are still in search of our new home without guidance from Starclan or an experienced leader. Sagestar's death was a
severe blow to our fragile hope. we now rely on the leadership of the newly appointed leader and a medicine cat who insists Star
clan has abandoned us in our time of need. will we perish with our forest or rise above the smoke? - a tale from the elder's den
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
┌────────────────────────────────────────────┐
. . .
└────────────────────────────────────────────┘
they say our ancestors didn't have a word for two-legs or their horrible monsters that they unleashed. our peaceful forest was unt
ouched by outside threats for moons. nobody, not even the great Starclan, could have predicted the destruction that these hairle
ss creatures brought. the two-leg sightings startled even our most seasoned warriors; how could we deal with a threat that we ha
d no previous knowledge about? the unexpected death of our medicine cat left us without a way to communicate with Starclan. w
e stumbled like newborn kits, blind and searching for a light that may never be found again. uncertainty split the clan in factions.
unable to come up with a compromise, our clan remained in our ancestral home. for a moon or two, the two-leg sightings were sc
arce and didn't stray from the edge of the forest. at dawn, a horrid smoke rose in giant plumes that hung in the trees and blocked
out the rising sun. it was only a short time afterwards that we heard a fearsome roaring, louder and fiercer than any battlecry. th
e two-legs had brought with them giant monsters that spewed billowing smoke and had a deafening roar. chaos ensued, we lost t
oo many lives that day. our escape was executed poorly, we could hardly see what was in front of our paws and those that could
n't escape on their own were sadly left behind at the two-legs and their monsters' mercy. our leader at the time, Sagestar, led th
e remainder of our clan through the haze of the forest until we reached the edge. no one could bring themselves to look back on
the home we left, we decided to keep our memories of home positive, we would need it more than ever in the coming moons. to
this day, we are still in search of our new home without guidance from Starclan or an experienced leader. Sagestar's death was a
severe blow to our fragile hope. we now rely on the leadership of the newly appointed leader and a medicine cat who insists Star
clan has abandoned us in our time of need. will we perish with our forest or rise above the smoke? - a tale from the elder's den
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
