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population - there are 002 cats (000 molly's; 002 toms)
next wide river visit - 00/00/00
"awaken the fallen army, let their voices be heard!"
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[ Gator arrives at the Wide River to receive his nine-lives and request a reliable shaman from StarClan. ]
[ While heading back to camp, he meets a cat who calls themselves Quill (formerly Martentooth). Due to the lack of numbers, he easily welcomes the rogue into the Brotherhood, giving him a tour along with a run-down of the rules. ]
[ The duo patrol the territory’s borders, later heading out to hunt. ]
[ Quill takes a trailer nearby the Chief’s own den. ]
[ Quill receives his warrior’s mark - a three-clawed slash across the rump (either side, doesn’t matter), deep enough to leave a scar, always given by the Chief - as to signify his welcome into the Brotherhood and his acceptance of becoming a forever loyal warrior. There is no special ceremony following this.]
xxxxGator slipped from a hole in a rotting door of his trailer-den and out onto a makeshift porch, viewing the morning scenery. The sky was bright but lacking colors, real colors; the blue of the sky was dull and the clouds that loomed overhead were black, threatening to open up and unleash its fury below - never had a morning looked so ugly before. “Is this some kinda bad-omen?” The tom hissed, casting his gaze upwards to the heavens. “Trying to ward off the Brotherhood, are ya’?” He flicked his tail rhythmically, watching the sky carefully. “No matter how much we bow to your ways, you still gotta treat us like trash.” Narrowing his gaze, the clouds seemed to grow darker than before. “Greedy sons-of-“ Suddenly, a crack of thunder halted his words and unleashed the anger the tom had fueled it with. Smirking, Gator flicked his tail in the pouring rain and padded back inside, under the cover of a crumbling roof.
xxxxAs the rains finally passed, the tabby emerged from the trailer and looked out. “Could do better.” He scoffed. The area was much brighter, even a rainbow was left as a reminder of the rains, but, it was still quite dull. Could it just have been the perspective of Gator himself? It could very well have been. But, would he let this horrid mood put him off-course of his everyday activities? Of course not.
xxxxDeciding to leave the comfort of his den, Gator spent the first half of this uneventful morning wandering around and wasting time, considering all of the other things he could be doing at the moment. He had been given an order to lead the once powerful and fortified Brotherhood, having fallen over the generations, into prosperity, but although he had yet to lead one individual, his job alone was already tough. Just trying to find something to do was somewhat tiring to Gator, making him realize how dreadful of a life he had lead before he became Chief, when even the life he leads now is quite the same. Even though hardheaded, the tom heeded the words of StarClan when they told him, “the beginning of something big is always tough and slow.” Would he be able to hold-on?
xxxxWhat seemed to be the only spark of hope in this quite dull situation was the fact that Gator is an adaptable cat, in the sense that he can easily adjust to new surroundings, later choosing safer routes and more tactical motives. The tom was hopeful that, in this new landscape, he’d be able to adapt just the same way as he had to any other place he’d lived. Maybe, if he was able to get comfortable enough, he’d be able to lead the Brotherhood in a calculated fashion, as if he had ever been a true leader before.
xxxx“I hope you know what you are doing.” Gator muttered to himself. He was finally up and about, heading out to patrol around the Wide River. The area was mainly where he was told to make requests from StarClan and the ancestors, but it was also a formidable hunting area for fish and other forest-dwelling creatures. He was heading there then to do exactly that, for Gator thought it to be a perfect time to request some kind of help from this ‘StarClan’. Before he had been presented with this idea of the Brotherhood, he had known little of StarClan, nor did he believe in them. He had heard vague stories of Clans living in the idea of StarClan, however it had been a while since he had encountered any. There were many straying away from the ideas of StarClan these days, especially ever since the boom of similar Clans but with different ideals and beliefs. Different religions had risen from the dust and StarClan was fading, slowly but surely, into nonexistence.
xxxxAlthough that idea sounded perfect to Gator, he had to give some credit to StarClan. They were the ones who taught him of the Brotherhood, showed him his abilities, and showed him the possibilities for the future. The Brotherhood has never believed in StarClan before, but StarClan themselves had been the ones anyway to bring it back and keep it alive. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep communications with them, but he hoped that the help would somehow benefit the Brotherhood. Maybe, just maybe, their help would make them grow faster and stronger than ever before. Maybe, Gator would become a strong Chief, and his army would be undefeated. All these ‘maybe’s made the tom just hope that he had made the right decision; It made him hope that this new position wouldn’t be the death of him… would he want to go this way?
xxxx“You chose this path.” Boomed a voice. Gator whirled around in shock and looked to the voice, just then realizing he had made it to the Wide River, and he was now encountering a spirit. The starry-figure was obviously from StarClan ranks. They had an otherworldly feel, and although they were visible before him, it was almost as if they weren’t there. “How about a bit of a warning before ya’ jump up on me like that.” Gator snapped back. He eyed the entity carefully then relaxed his frame, leaning against a tree trunk.
xxxxBefore he could blink, another figure appeared behind this already apparent one. This one was void of stars, but they were bright, glowing like a star in the black sky. Gator already knew who they were. “Ay, you leave this boy alone now StarClan cat, he don’ need your help.” The figure shoved past the other, an apparent StarClan cat, and came before Gator with a smug grin. At least that is what he saw on their face, for although bright, their features were harder to make out. “Ello Gator, we meet again.” Smirking, the tabby nodded in response and straightened from the tree. “Aye, brother.” No, this feline was no brother to Gator, but rather a brother through shared alliance and loyalty, a brother through the Brotherhood. A brother through their alliance - even though Gator had never met this cat in reality before - stronger than blood and their soul alone. It was as strong as the force that kept your paws touching the ground, or the force that pulled the tides, it was stronger than the force that kept the entire universe in action.
xxxx“So, why are ya’ here then?” The figure asked, its light pulsing with each word it spoke. Gator nodded his head subtly and cocked his head toward the Wide River, watching its shores lapping with cool water. “It’s been a full moon of just hangin’ around the camp and doin’ nothing, and so I guess I decided that I needed some help.” There was a joking nature to his words, just as brothers that are bound to the alliance talked to each other quite normally. Even when tensions rise between them, which, undoubtedly, happens on more than one occasion, there is always that playful connection that they all have to one another. The spirit nodded his head, looking over its shoulder to the StarClan cat that was still looming behind them. “Although I would like to help you myself, I’m not strong enough. Not many even know of the Brotherhood, or it’s existence, or even the fact that it used to exist, and so we don’t have enough power to help the mortals.” The figure shook its head, seeming upset and frustrated by this. Gator could tell they wanted to help him, just as any other Brother would want to, but in all of his power, he couldn’t, he couldn’t do one thing... “That StarClan cat can help you, though. They have more believers, more follower, therefore they are stronger, stronger than even the mightiest warriors of Silverbane, which is partly why we have agreed to let them help you and revive the Brotherhood.”
xxxxGator didn’t know what to think of this. Had the Brotherhood really been forgotten? After all of the mighty things they had done in the past - all the battles won, all of the generations they raised and trained to their ranks, all of the powerful Chief’s - was it all forgotten? The tabby shook his head vigorously and looked back to the starry-furred cat, watching them, cautiously, as they stepped forward and beside the other. “We are only here to help you, Gator. We want nothing to do with history, of which we know was grim, but if you are able to look past this, than we can do it together; we can make you and the Brotherhood strong again.” He knew he couldn’t decline; he had already accepted the deal, he was already dependent on StarClan, even to this cat, with stars intertwined in its pelt and yellow, glowing eyes. “I have no choice, then, because I have nothing. I have no warriors, I have no army to defend me. If you can help me out, then I won’t, for I cannot, decline.” Satisfied with his answer, Gator looked between the two and exchanged nods with the spirits.
xxxx“So, what can you do for me now?” The starry-furred cat dipped their head and smiled, flicking an ear toward the Chief. “We can send you a warrior, or any other type of cat that you request.” They replied. The tom’s whiskers twitched in anticipation as he pondered just what he would request from the ancestors. He could come back once each moon, as he was told, and so he must be calculated with his decisions. “I would say a warrior would do, but I might have to rethink that.” Gator mumbled to himself. The spirits waited patiently, watching the mortal curiously. “I need a shaman, a decision of which I know is valid, for a group cannot go long without a shaman.” The StarClan cat nodded, followed by the other spirit. “Good decision.” They said.
xxxx“I’ll see what we can do.” The starry-pelted feline purred. They began to turn away, casting a polite smile over their shoulder and toward the mortal, before turning back once more ( their hind legs had already begun to fade from sight, but their front half was visible ). “Oh, and my name is Myrtleclaw. I and many others among StarClan are here to help and guide you. I’m not sure when we will meet again, but I wish you good luck.” And, just like that, their piercing yellow eyes faded away and disappeared into the air, leaving behind a glowing figure of whom waited for Gator’s attention to return on them. “By the time I go on back to the others, you’ll have gotten your nine-lives, somethin’ that StarClan cat told me would be useful for ya’. Basically, you don’t got just one chance now - you have nine.” The glowing tom grunted, mumbling under his breath ( he was clearly upset that he hadn’t figured out about the nine lives before, or else he would have lived a lot longer than he did ). “Use ‘em wisely, kid. Seeya’.” And with that, they faded away just like the other, gone from the eye’s reach. Nine lives… Gator scrunched up his expression and sighed, still in a daze from the strange encounter with the spirits. “I won't let ya’ down, Brother.”
[ While heading back to camp, he meets a cat who calls themselves Quill (formerly Martentooth). Due to the lack of numbers, he easily welcomes the rogue into the Brotherhood, giving him a tour along with a run-down of the rules. ]
[ The duo patrol the territory’s borders, later heading out to hunt. ]
[ Quill takes a trailer nearby the Chief’s own den. ]
[ Quill receives his warrior’s mark - a three-clawed slash across the rump (either side, doesn’t matter), deep enough to leave a scar, always given by the Chief - as to signify his welcome into the Brotherhood and his acceptance of becoming a forever loyal warrior. There is no special ceremony following this.]
xxxxGator slipped from a hole in a rotting door of his trailer-den and out onto a makeshift porch, viewing the morning scenery. The sky was bright but lacking colors, real colors; the blue of the sky was dull and the clouds that loomed overhead were black, threatening to open up and unleash its fury below - never had a morning looked so ugly before. “Is this some kinda bad-omen?” The tom hissed, casting his gaze upwards to the heavens. “Trying to ward off the Brotherhood, are ya’?” He flicked his tail rhythmically, watching the sky carefully. “No matter how much we bow to your ways, you still gotta treat us like trash.” Narrowing his gaze, the clouds seemed to grow darker than before. “Greedy sons-of-“ Suddenly, a crack of thunder halted his words and unleashed the anger the tom had fueled it with. Smirking, Gator flicked his tail in the pouring rain and padded back inside, under the cover of a crumbling roof.
xxxxAs the rains finally passed, the tabby emerged from the trailer and looked out. “Could do better.” He scoffed. The area was much brighter, even a rainbow was left as a reminder of the rains, but, it was still quite dull. Could it just have been the perspective of Gator himself? It could very well have been. But, would he let this horrid mood put him off-course of his everyday activities? Of course not.
xxxxDeciding to leave the comfort of his den, Gator spent the first half of this uneventful morning wandering around and wasting time, considering all of the other things he could be doing at the moment. He had been given an order to lead the once powerful and fortified Brotherhood, having fallen over the generations, into prosperity, but although he had yet to lead one individual, his job alone was already tough. Just trying to find something to do was somewhat tiring to Gator, making him realize how dreadful of a life he had lead before he became Chief, when even the life he leads now is quite the same. Even though hardheaded, the tom heeded the words of StarClan when they told him, “the beginning of something big is always tough and slow.” Would he be able to hold-on?
xxxxWhat seemed to be the only spark of hope in this quite dull situation was the fact that Gator is an adaptable cat, in the sense that he can easily adjust to new surroundings, later choosing safer routes and more tactical motives. The tom was hopeful that, in this new landscape, he’d be able to adapt just the same way as he had to any other place he’d lived. Maybe, if he was able to get comfortable enough, he’d be able to lead the Brotherhood in a calculated fashion, as if he had ever been a true leader before.
xxxx“I hope you know what you are doing.” Gator muttered to himself. He was finally up and about, heading out to patrol around the Wide River. The area was mainly where he was told to make requests from StarClan and the ancestors, but it was also a formidable hunting area for fish and other forest-dwelling creatures. He was heading there then to do exactly that, for Gator thought it to be a perfect time to request some kind of help from this ‘StarClan’. Before he had been presented with this idea of the Brotherhood, he had known little of StarClan, nor did he believe in them. He had heard vague stories of Clans living in the idea of StarClan, however it had been a while since he had encountered any. There were many straying away from the ideas of StarClan these days, especially ever since the boom of similar Clans but with different ideals and beliefs. Different religions had risen from the dust and StarClan was fading, slowly but surely, into nonexistence.
xxxxAlthough that idea sounded perfect to Gator, he had to give some credit to StarClan. They were the ones who taught him of the Brotherhood, showed him his abilities, and showed him the possibilities for the future. The Brotherhood has never believed in StarClan before, but StarClan themselves had been the ones anyway to bring it back and keep it alive. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep communications with them, but he hoped that the help would somehow benefit the Brotherhood. Maybe, just maybe, their help would make them grow faster and stronger than ever before. Maybe, Gator would become a strong Chief, and his army would be undefeated. All these ‘maybe’s made the tom just hope that he had made the right decision; It made him hope that this new position wouldn’t be the death of him… would he want to go this way?
xxxx“You chose this path.” Boomed a voice. Gator whirled around in shock and looked to the voice, just then realizing he had made it to the Wide River, and he was now encountering a spirit. The starry-figure was obviously from StarClan ranks. They had an otherworldly feel, and although they were visible before him, it was almost as if they weren’t there. “How about a bit of a warning before ya’ jump up on me like that.” Gator snapped back. He eyed the entity carefully then relaxed his frame, leaning against a tree trunk.
xxxxBefore he could blink, another figure appeared behind this already apparent one. This one was void of stars, but they were bright, glowing like a star in the black sky. Gator already knew who they were. “Ay, you leave this boy alone now StarClan cat, he don’ need your help.” The figure shoved past the other, an apparent StarClan cat, and came before Gator with a smug grin. At least that is what he saw on their face, for although bright, their features were harder to make out. “Ello Gator, we meet again.” Smirking, the tabby nodded in response and straightened from the tree. “Aye, brother.” No, this feline was no brother to Gator, but rather a brother through shared alliance and loyalty, a brother through the Brotherhood. A brother through their alliance - even though Gator had never met this cat in reality before - stronger than blood and their soul alone. It was as strong as the force that kept your paws touching the ground, or the force that pulled the tides, it was stronger than the force that kept the entire universe in action.
xxxx“So, why are ya’ here then?” The figure asked, its light pulsing with each word it spoke. Gator nodded his head subtly and cocked his head toward the Wide River, watching its shores lapping with cool water. “It’s been a full moon of just hangin’ around the camp and doin’ nothing, and so I guess I decided that I needed some help.” There was a joking nature to his words, just as brothers that are bound to the alliance talked to each other quite normally. Even when tensions rise between them, which, undoubtedly, happens on more than one occasion, there is always that playful connection that they all have to one another. The spirit nodded his head, looking over its shoulder to the StarClan cat that was still looming behind them. “Although I would like to help you myself, I’m not strong enough. Not many even know of the Brotherhood, or it’s existence, or even the fact that it used to exist, and so we don’t have enough power to help the mortals.” The figure shook its head, seeming upset and frustrated by this. Gator could tell they wanted to help him, just as any other Brother would want to, but in all of his power, he couldn’t, he couldn’t do one thing... “That StarClan cat can help you, though. They have more believers, more follower, therefore they are stronger, stronger than even the mightiest warriors of Silverbane, which is partly why we have agreed to let them help you and revive the Brotherhood.”
xxxxGator didn’t know what to think of this. Had the Brotherhood really been forgotten? After all of the mighty things they had done in the past - all the battles won, all of the generations they raised and trained to their ranks, all of the powerful Chief’s - was it all forgotten? The tabby shook his head vigorously and looked back to the starry-furred cat, watching them, cautiously, as they stepped forward and beside the other. “We are only here to help you, Gator. We want nothing to do with history, of which we know was grim, but if you are able to look past this, than we can do it together; we can make you and the Brotherhood strong again.” He knew he couldn’t decline; he had already accepted the deal, he was already dependent on StarClan, even to this cat, with stars intertwined in its pelt and yellow, glowing eyes. “I have no choice, then, because I have nothing. I have no warriors, I have no army to defend me. If you can help me out, then I won’t, for I cannot, decline.” Satisfied with his answer, Gator looked between the two and exchanged nods with the spirits.
xxxx“So, what can you do for me now?” The starry-furred cat dipped their head and smiled, flicking an ear toward the Chief. “We can send you a warrior, or any other type of cat that you request.” They replied. The tom’s whiskers twitched in anticipation as he pondered just what he would request from the ancestors. He could come back once each moon, as he was told, and so he must be calculated with his decisions. “I would say a warrior would do, but I might have to rethink that.” Gator mumbled to himself. The spirits waited patiently, watching the mortal curiously. “I need a shaman, a decision of which I know is valid, for a group cannot go long without a shaman.” The StarClan cat nodded, followed by the other spirit. “Good decision.” They said.
xxxx“I’ll see what we can do.” The starry-pelted feline purred. They began to turn away, casting a polite smile over their shoulder and toward the mortal, before turning back once more ( their hind legs had already begun to fade from sight, but their front half was visible ). “Oh, and my name is Myrtleclaw. I and many others among StarClan are here to help and guide you. I’m not sure when we will meet again, but I wish you good luck.” And, just like that, their piercing yellow eyes faded away and disappeared into the air, leaving behind a glowing figure of whom waited for Gator’s attention to return on them. “By the time I go on back to the others, you’ll have gotten your nine-lives, somethin’ that StarClan cat told me would be useful for ya’. Basically, you don’t got just one chance now - you have nine.” The glowing tom grunted, mumbling under his breath ( he was clearly upset that he hadn’t figured out about the nine lives before, or else he would have lived a lot longer than he did ). “Use ‘em wisely, kid. Seeya’.” And with that, they faded away just like the other, gone from the eye’s reach. Nine lives… Gator scrunched up his expression and sighed, still in a daze from the strange encounter with the spirits. “I won't let ya’ down, Brother.”
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