─── ( a warrior-cat roleplay ) ───
- xxthe cold night shook the three cats to their cores. they had been traveling nonstop for moons, looking for refuge in the pine forest. they were siblings, born to a clan with no mercy. if you were unable to provide for the clan, you were useless. the cats agreed that was no way to treat one another, so they left their birth clan in search of something better. after searching for a place to call home for countless sleepless nights, they parted ways. Star, a light molly, took to the peaks of the mountains, adapting quickly to the high slopes. Moon, a scarred tom, settled in the forest, preying on birds. And Night, a mysterious tom, settled as a rouge, staying between the two groups. the three adjusted well, moon and star's groups grew fast, adding new concerns for boundaries. the cats hadn't ever had troubles before, but new challenges arose, not enough prey, scarcity of water, predators, the list goes on. these cats never experienced things like this, there was always food and water for the cats before, what happened? they knew to survive they would have to raise their rules, enforce boundaries, drive away rogues. Star called her group, the tribe of bright stars, while moon went with oakclan. moon was much more strict compared to his laidback sister, he made sure the cats knew who was boss. moon's rock-solid character passed down the line, causing oakclan to be the intimidating of the two groups. and star's charm and carefree ways made it easy for her to get her way, which was passed to her family.
xxthe elder recalled the story as if he lived through it, he looked down at the amazed kits staring at him in ennui. "i always hoped our ancestors were wolves," one kit said, before another spoke, "thats mouse-brained, why would you think that?" arguments arose between the five kits, before the elder hushed them. "there is one part i didn't tell you," one kit rolled its eyes while another watched anticipating it, taking in every part of the story. "our ancestors still watch over us, they know everything about you, your mother, even the other groups." the elder said in a hoarse voice, but four of the five kits left before hearing it. he glanced at the one kit still there, a smile forming on his face. he knew this kit was to be something, but he didn't know what he'd become.
xxmoons folded into years, as the kit grew, so did his ambitions. he was just an ordinary warrior, fulfilling the duties brought upon him. one day he was promoted to deputy, but his heart grew cold and power hungry. as the leader, a relative of moon, was out on his own, the deputy murdered him. he went so far as to framing his brother, who ultimately took the blame. he became leader, turning the two groups war filled. after the new leader had kits, he died of old age. his two kits were the opposite of their father, sharing positivity with them. the two had to prove who was worthy while in the midst of corruption. the kits grew fast, and only one became leader, who is presently leader. the other left the clan, seeking revenge. the cat settled as a rouge, looking for a time to strike; but the cats weren't worried about one cat. they were worried about the tribe, and how they backed off the fighting unexpectedly. the war torn cats resolved their disagreements, but still live in fear of each other - and what is yet to come.
prophecy > to unfold in time.
