Hello guys! For the few of you who do regularly check in, I thought we should actually roleplay, instead of just look around and do nothing. So, in order to account for all the absences of key roles, I came up with a plot to go with that. This, as so are the others, liquid in time. This is not happening at the same time all of the other topics are, this is in fact in the future. Anyone can hop in if they're active.
Let's get this back in use!
Destruction. That is all that's left. A force of large dogs with vicious, wild instincts moved into the Clan's territories, and began slaughtering anything that stood in the way of them claiming what was once the Clans' as their own. It started in RiverClan, then spread to ThunderClan, followed by ShadowClan and WindClan. Nearly all of the cats had been killed in the midst of the war, and the Clans lost everything. There were very few survivors. Several turned to twolegs, to help heal their injuries and provide sanctuary. Those who didn't... scattered. They ran from their home and away from the dogs. Of the small portion who survived, and remained true to their wild roots, many had the same idea as the others - head towards Highstones.
In a small hallow near the barn, hid the survivors. The last descendants of the Clans. All of the cats bore marks of healing wounds, and the few skilled in healing were doing their best to tend to all of the cats as well as themselves.
It was a tragedy indeed, and all the cats found themselves wondering... What now?
Let's get this back in use!
Destruction. That is all that's left. A force of large dogs with vicious, wild instincts moved into the Clan's territories, and began slaughtering anything that stood in the way of them claiming what was once the Clans' as their own. It started in RiverClan, then spread to ThunderClan, followed by ShadowClan and WindClan. Nearly all of the cats had been killed in the midst of the war, and the Clans lost everything. There were very few survivors. Several turned to twolegs, to help heal their injuries and provide sanctuary. Those who didn't... scattered. They ran from their home and away from the dogs. Of the small portion who survived, and remained true to their wild roots, many had the same idea as the others - head towards Highstones.
In a small hallow near the barn, hid the survivors. The last descendants of the Clans. All of the cats bore marks of healing wounds, and the few skilled in healing were doing their best to tend to all of the cats as well as themselves.
It was a tragedy indeed, and all the cats found themselves wondering... What now?