Stars V.2 • Lore Challenge

[I Like Bees]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: I Like Bees
Clan link: The Travelers
Prompt: Here!

[espen.]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: quirky;
Clan link: LagoonClan
Prompt:

Ranks were redone

The lagoon, the clan's namesake, is supposed to be sacred and honored, but the stinky little kits throw mossballs in there. The Hunters are at least a little more sneaky about catching fish in it. They say they catch the fish from a river flowing INTO the lagoon, not the lagoon itself. Seastar will never know...

[Shiver Hohojiro]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: All Along Watchtower
Clan link: Clan of the Sea Breeze
Prompt: here!

[KittyandCat]

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Username | KittyandCat
Clan Link | Turf Treaders

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Where it Began | “Mama! Mama, wake up!” The mewling of a kitten filled the barn, its shrill sound seeming to shake its very roots. “Mamaaaaaaaa!” And then came a sigh, then the shifting of fur against hay. “Yes, Genesis?” The gentle echoes of a ‘huff’ ruffled the feathers of birds perched in the loft, and the small kit flicked his tail crossly. “Don’t ‘yes Genesis?’ me! Mama, it’s story day!” Finally, a beautiful cream tabby with folded ears and a silky tail emerged from behind a stack of hay. She stretched dramatically, letting out a yawn. “Oh, is it? I must’ve forgotten. I’m afraid I don’t have any stories for you today, Genesis.” An insulted gasp came from the ball of cream fluff in front of her, and he said indignantly “Mama! That isn’t fair! You always tell me a story on story day!” The she-cat chuckled, purring as she settled herself in the hay again. Drawing her tail around her kit, she reassured him, “I was only joking, love. Today, I’ve got the best story of all for you! It’s a story my mother told me, and it’s true.”
xxxAnd before Genesis could pipe up with another complaint or question, she began. “Long, long ago, in a forest very far away, lived three groups of cats. These cats were known as clans, and each one had their own territory that they had to protect. They were led by a courageous leader, and had to hunt and fight to survive. There was LeopardClan, who were swift with black spotted pelts, like racing pawprints. TigerClan, who were the color of flames and hunted at night, with black stripes like shadows flickering across their fur. And LionClan, known for their flowing manes that shone like rays of the sun. These clans all followed the code their ancestors had layed out for them, with rules like ‘a warrior does not have to kill to win a fight’, striving to be as noble as they were prideful.” “Ancestors?” Genesis mewed quietly, looking up at his mother with eyes full of awe. “They called them ‘StarClan’, for they lived in the night sky. Each star you see is a warrior of the past. But that isn’t all- legend has it that as time went by, these three, powerful clans vanished, but not without a trace. Some believe there are new clans out there, existing alongside us, just out of sight.”

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xxx“Are you sure you’ll be alright? You remember the basic herbal remedies I taught you, right?” “Mama, I’m 17 moons old!” “I know,” the she-cat sniffed. “You’re so young.” Sighing, Genesis twined his tail with the taller she-cat’s. “Yes, I remember. I’ll be fine. I promise I’ll come and get you once I’ve formed my own clan.” She nodded, sniffling. “This is all my fault, telling you those ridiculous stories.” She purred with laughter, before licking his head. He smiled a bittersweet look, before turning, walking toward the edge of the farm. His paws tingled with excitement, imagining all the opportunities he could come by, all the new experiences and memories he could make. As he stepped into the tree-line, he shook his head at the familiar voice of his mother. “You’ve got your bandana, right?” She called. “Yes mama, I’m wearing it!”

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xxxIt had been many moons since he’d left the farm. Only days after leaving, he’d had his first taste of danger. Who knew such a tiny dog could leave such a painful bite! Twelve moons later, when he was far from twoleg place and hadn’t had much luck since, he came across an unusual group of cats. They called themselves ‘The Tribe of Sun-Struck Waters”, and for a heartbeat, he thought they could be the descendants of the ancient clans. But despite momentary disappointment, Genesis found himself drawn to these cats. It seemed so much more efficient to him to train hunters and fighters separately, so they could be great at one skill instead of okay at two. And he was fascinated by their beliefs, especially in their ancestors, who they called ‘The Tribe of Endless Hunting’. He continued his travels for many moons after, often spending a few days with any loners came across. He enjoyed hearing stories of their travels, but most of all, he loved to hear about their beliefs.
xxxA total of thirty moons since he’d left the farm, Genesis finally found home. A forest, bordering a meadow, twoleg-place, and achingly familiar farm. The territory was rich with prey and rivers, and predators like foxes were easily avoidable if he didn’t wander near the twoleg ruins. While he had yet to grow his group; having seen few cats besides pampered kittypets who had no interest in catching their own meals, he couldn’t be more proud of the progress he had made. Purring, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to bring his mother here.

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The First Hunter | A black she-cat sat in a sun-filled clearing, picking twigs and leaves out of her chest-fur. She was used to living in the forest now, on the edge of twoleg-place, but had yet to get used to the leaf-litter that stubbornly clung to her long fur. The solitude was another thing she wasn’t quite comfortable with, after having lived among kittypets and alley-cats in twoleg-place. She was never a kittypet herself, but was known to certain twolegs, visiting their dens occasionally for an extra bite or a bit of affection.
xxxBut she’d wanted a change of pace. She’d wanted to be in charge of herself, to feel a bit of freedom. While she wasn’t completely alone, sometimes seeing loners or street-cats who’d strayed into the forest, she still felt she was lacking something.

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xxxThe she-cat flicked her ear, feeling a gentle breeze ruffle her fur. Slowly, she opened her eyes, stood, and stretched, yawning as she unsheathed her claws. It was another sunny new-leaf day, and prey could already be heard foolishly scurrying and squeaking without fear of a predator nearby. The she-cat stood, licking her lips; the scent of mouse was over-whelmingly tempting.
xxxBut before she had even begun to crouch and creep up on her breakfast, another scent drifted past her nose. Cat. She pricked her ears, stalking quietly and unseen toward the scent. Cat wasn’t particularly unusual to scent in the forest, but this cat smelled different. He didn’t have the tang of twoleg-place or the earthy scents of the forest, but something new and unknown to the she-cat.
xxxAs she came to the end of the trail, looking around in confusion for the source of the smell, the black cat was startled by a voice from above. Looking up, she flattened her ears at the sight of a fluffy cream and white tom, his green eyes sparkling with curiousity from the lowest branch on a tree. “You thought I didn’t hear you following me?” He asked, leaping down beside her. Flinching, the she-cat drew away, drawing a purr from the tom.
xxx“I’m Genesis.” He smiled, dipping his head. “I’m here to form my own clan.” The she-cat stared for a moment, skeptical. Every cat had heard stories of the ancient clans as a kit. But most wrote them off as just that- stories. As she stared, the silence drawing out, the tom spoke again. “Do you want to join me?” The she-cat couldn’t help but twitch her whiskers in amusement, before realizing how serious the tom was. She opened her mouth, ready to say no, before a thought struck her; she wouldn’t be alone anymore, yet would still have the independence and freedom she’d wanted.
xxx“Yes. Yes, I’d love to.” The she-cat meowed, drawing a purr from Genesis. “Oh, and by the way, I’m Ebony.”

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Friend or Foe? | Genesis stopped, turning his head to look at the river behind him. He twitched his whiskers as he parted his jaws to draw in the unfamiliar scent; cats, and a lot of them. Usually he’d be excited to scent another cat in the forest, knowing it was a chance to further grow his clan. But so many together was different; he didn’t know who or what these cats were up to. “Genesis, you coming?” Ebony asked, flicking his shoulder with her tail. He turned back to see she’d trotted over, the rest of their hunting patrol looking back from where they’d stopped further ahead. “Do you smell that?” He asked, flicking an ear toward the river, where the scent was strongest. The black she-cat drank in the air, before nodding. “It seems we have visitors.”
xxxGenesis turned again toward the river, working his claws in the soft grass of the meadow. “I think I ought to check it out.” He murmured, to which Ebony responded. “Not alone.” Before her leader could get a word out, the she-cat called toward the patrol, selecting a cat to lead the others back to camp. When she looked at Genesis again, she seemed to ignore his look of annoyance, flicking his shoulder again. “Come on, we don’t have all day.”

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xxxAfter heading up-stream and crossing the fallen tree that led to the other side of the river, both cats crept through the forest, before coming upon another of the smaller rivers. The scent seemed strongest just beyond it, but the thick trees on the other side blocked the cats’ view of anything beyond the bank. Silently slinking across stones that dotted the water, they came to the opposite bank after only a few slips. Genesis flattened his ears in annoyance as Ebony whispered to him, “Alright, they seem to be just in that hollow, so we need to-”
xxxBefore the cream tom had the chance to tell her how even a rabbit would already know what she’d pointed out, several cats leapt out around them, encircling them like prey. An elegant she-cat crept forward, though Genesis could see that she, along with the other cats around them, were thin and ragged. “I am Briarstar,” she announced when she had drawn nearer. “leader of SpringClan. And who would you be?” Ebony drew her lips back in the beginnings of a snarl at the she-cat’s tone, but Genesis gave her a look before standing straighter. “I am Genesis, leader of the Turf Treaders. What are you doing in our territory?”
xxxBriarstar seemed to flinch at his words, and one of her warriors whispered to another, “Their territory? This territory is claimed?” Genesis nodded, taking the leader’s silence as a cue. “My clan claimed from here to the two-leg farm 22 moons ago.” Another silence followed, before Briarstar dipped her head. “My greatest apologies. My clan has been traveling for several moons after a fire destroyed our previous home. We were simply seeking shelter, and were unaware cats had claimed this territory.” Ebony narrowed her eyes beside Genesis, but kept her mouth shut as the she-cat went on. “Would you consider lifting your claim of the land on this side of the river?”

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xxx“I can’t believe you agreed to give up part of our territory!” Ebony hissed, stalking through the meadow ahead of her leader. “They’re recovering from losing their previous home. They needed somewhere to stay.” Ebony stopped and turned, glaring. “But why here? How do you know we can trust them?” And as Genesis opened his mouth to respond, he realized, he didn’t.

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[nio]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: nio
Clan link: bayclan
Prompt: culture doc

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: nio
Clan link: mesaclan
Prompt: culture doc // lorebook
wolfstar and javelina lore video // cottontail lore video

wip!

[houndjaw]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: houndjaw
Clan link: Briarclan
Prompt: Everything will be written here

[canadianhowl]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: dascanadiansparkle
Clan link: Galactic Skies
Prompt: Lore, history, and customs here!
I’ve added stuff to territory and clan roles as well

[SushiFoxx]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: SushiFoxx
Clan link: MistClan
Prompt: Here
I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
Username: SushiFoxx
Clan link: Tribe of crashing stones
Prompt:
here

[lovage]

I'd love to tell you about my clan, Swishy!
username: lovage | clan link: fogclan | prompt: here