From The Ashes

[From The Ashes]

Once everything was grand, there was peace and every cat was well fed. Four clans ruled the forest and met every full moon to solve their differences.

Then disaster struck.

Will the clans be able to rise From The Ashes?

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Twilightsong rose from the ground as he felt pain disappearing from his body, his battle wounds and aches slowly disappearing from his body, his twilight fur filling out, and moon-bright eyes returning to their old brightness. A sudden realization struck the cat and he jumped up, giving an angry mew, “I can’t die! The battle is still going on- What about Loststar?” His mews were a desperate plea and the solemn StarClan cats sat silent for a moment before a red-furred cat stepped forward.

The she-cat was thin and lithe, a little smaller than average with her nice fitted coat burning like fire. With a nimble paw-step she went forward, bright-green eyes on the cat: “Twilightsong, your life is not in vain. Loststar’s tyranny has ended.”

The former black warrior starred at the she-cat, not knowing if he could easily accept the truth after the long hard year the cats of the forest had dealt with. Loststar, the former leader of DarkClan, betrayed his clan mates with the deputy and a few loyal to him- overthrowing the forest with blood red claws and destroying the four clans. Some of DarkClan escaped to they city, staying with a cat Twilightsong thought was born from night. The city cat leader was pitch black with dark ebon eyes to match, a skillful leader and an intelligent and strong cat for his age. Twilightsong and his clan mates stayed with the cat for a year, a couple other cats from other clans among them, healing, recovering, and training.

Though the ruined DarkClan could not take a new leader being under the warrior code and far from StarClan’s skies, different cats had an idea of what to do. There was a bloody battle resulting in the death of an ambitious cat, and Twilightsong decided to return to the forest. With the help of the black cat and his overly loyal group of shadow cats, he was sure they could save the forest. Only a couple cats stayed he remembered, deciding their life was already too shattered to return to the blood-soaked forest.

The black warrior knew it would be bad, but he never suspected the sight of his home to be so transformed. Loststar had indeed taken over the forest and killed off a great deal of cats. Only later would he find out from the warriors he met up with that Loststar brutally killed all non-clan born cats; kittypets, loners, rogues- even if the blood went back several generations. Weak, defected, and threatening cats were also killed, even some of the ones that helped him gain the power in the first place.

He was dead now though, Twilightsong had killed him. The young tom snapped back in reality, “But will be of the clans? So many are lost, he killed all of the leaders!”
StarClan remained quiet- the future was dim for the clans.
His fur bristling he let out a growl, “StarClan answer me! FireFlower!”

“Whether they survive is now up to them and the new generation of cats. New leaders will be chosen, boundaries will be marked, and the clans will be uneasy for many moons to come.” The red she-cat said this calmly though she had also suffered while Loststar ruled his tyranny, the tom had killed her with his own paws when she tried to defend her apprentice Silverpaw who was trying to save a cat at the beginning of the ordeal.

“Then I am useless now to help.” The tom said remorsefully, wishing in all the starry fields of this clan that he could go and save his clan mates and help them recover.

“You shall forever live in the heart of TwilightClan,” The red she-cat said, “The new leader renamed DarkClan in honor of efforts.”

It has been one moon since Twilightsong sacrificed his life to end Loststar’s tyranny. New leaders have been chosen but all cats are uncertain about the future to come, they have no trust for the other clans and are anxious of outsiders, remembering how Loststar viciously went after them.

The group of city rogues is now living in a two-leg place near by, keeping watch over the city.

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SunClan, the loyal and kindhearted, lived in an aesthetic territory with low shrubbery, blossoming flowers, a small pond, and the open sky bright above them. Their camp was near the only trees in their territory- a couple shimmering weeping willows which shaded their dens.

BreezeClan, the proud and clever, stayed on the open moorlands where only long grass, rolling hills, and breezy winds existed. A slight rolling creek went through their territory leading to SunClan’s pond.

TwilightClan, the sly and faithful, used the thick forest as their home. A thick canopy of trees kept the light out, and their camp laid in an area so dark that it almost always seemed to be night. They lay in the thick underbrush and the dark forest caves.

RockClan, the strong and hardworking, created their home on the rocky territory bordering the mountains. The sharp rock would cut any cat not used to the territory and the sometimes sharp falls would send a cat into panic. They made their home in rocky caves.

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Perfect for those who want high positions and terrible past for their cats, From The Ashes is just starting up. Some positions are still open and no need to feel loss by joining in the middle of a role-play, as it is fairly new.

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