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One night, a shooting star heard them.
Three cats were wailing, pleading for anyone, anything, to listen and help them. A parent, finally breaking after its kits didn't return home from hunting. A healer, desperate to find the root of a disease to eradicate it, as it couldn't find a cure. A guard, powerless and ineffective in its last stand towards the strange creatures that were destroying its home. Standing as tall as they could, climbing as high they could, attemping to raise to the sky.
The shooting star, having its feline heart touched, flew across the heavens, yowling with the three as well. Seeking an answer, some sort of solution. It sought spirits old and new alike, running together with purpose after so long. Old stars they found, knew of a place with a caveat, but the sharp minded stars thought of something. Anything was better than nothing at all.
When the stars replied, it was with the promised they would guide somewhere better. A place filled with prey, herbs, and hidden away from everything else. A paradise of their own, to keep and protetct. So the three began their journey under shooting stars and meteor showers, trails of light older than some of the paths they followed guiding the three to gather in one place. However, they didn't travel alone. Family, friends, the lost and desperate, worshippers of the stars and their believers, cats who heard whispers of stars that looked out for them, or who were in luck to be in the right place at the right time, cats who dreamt of a perfect place for them to live. And the only thing they had to do was to travel, and to defend their paradise to the bitter end, sharp claws and waves of cats rallying against spirits and monsters drawn to the valley for its magic source.
Led towards a valley alongside down a Long Path, hidden with magic older than many of the spirits that resided in the stars. Created by a promise that had never been broken, but that had far outlived its makers, which nature and existence was brushed off as an ancient kitten's and cub's old tale.
A parallel dimension that overlaps with the actual terrain its located in, being similar to it, but stranger, lusher, and more extreme in terms of scale and terrain. With remenants of older times living on, with flora and fauna from other times that has clung onto life on the strip of land that was enchanted. Long shadows dig and dig, attempting to reach the source of the paradise's magic, attempting to pull it down and twist it.
Paradise would be theirs to defend, but they would be kept in the dark about its nature, lest greed grew in their minds, the sharp minded stars decided, drawing a line between themselves and the stars who would be born from the clans.
Three cats were wailing, pleading for anyone, anything, to listen and help them. A parent, finally breaking after its kits didn't return home from hunting. A healer, desperate to find the root of a disease to eradicate it, as it couldn't find a cure. A guard, powerless and ineffective in its last stand towards the strange creatures that were destroying its home. Standing as tall as they could, climbing as high they could, attemping to raise to the sky.
The shooting star, having its feline heart touched, flew across the heavens, yowling with the three as well. Seeking an answer, some sort of solution. It sought spirits old and new alike, running together with purpose after so long. Old stars they found, knew of a place with a caveat, but the sharp minded stars thought of something. Anything was better than nothing at all.
When the stars replied, it was with the promised they would guide somewhere better. A place filled with prey, herbs, and hidden away from everything else. A paradise of their own, to keep and protetct. So the three began their journey under shooting stars and meteor showers, trails of light older than some of the paths they followed guiding the three to gather in one place. However, they didn't travel alone. Family, friends, the lost and desperate, worshippers of the stars and their believers, cats who heard whispers of stars that looked out for them, or who were in luck to be in the right place at the right time, cats who dreamt of a perfect place for them to live. And the only thing they had to do was to travel, and to defend their paradise to the bitter end, sharp claws and waves of cats rallying against spirits and monsters drawn to the valley for its magic source.
Led towards a valley alongside down a Long Path, hidden with magic older than many of the spirits that resided in the stars. Created by a promise that had never been broken, but that had far outlived its makers, which nature and existence was brushed off as an ancient kitten's and cub's old tale.
A parallel dimension that overlaps with the actual terrain its located in, being similar to it, but stranger, lusher, and more extreme in terms of scale and terrain. With remenants of older times living on, with flora and fauna from other times that has clung onto life on the strip of land that was enchanted. Long shadows dig and dig, attempting to reach the source of the paradise's magic, attempting to pull it down and twist it.
Paradise would be theirs to defend, but they would be kept in the dark about its nature, lest greed grew in their minds, the sharp minded stars decided, drawing a line between themselves and the stars who would be born from the clans.
☁️ CLOUD CLAN
Originally conquered the mountain peaks, the guard founded it after the stars led them to the the Mirror Pool's location, only told it would be the shrine of all clans, and hence, CloudClan became its first keepers. Then, they were the masters of high altitudes, low oxygen, scarce prey and long distance travels. However...the destruction of their camp at the claws and tears of the Sun forced them to flee down into the valley hundreds of moons. At the time, CloudClan had plans to return to the mountains, eventually, but now, generations later, that idea is seen as an impossible dream, or worse, a joke.
Nowadays, their territory spans the thickest parts of the cloud forest, nested amongst the mist and under the canopy, hidden from the Sun in most areas. All the way from the Grey Bridge, to the roughly edge of the trees wherever they feel is right, up to the northern riverbed. Their territory once spanned a few yards beyond the river, but they receded that conquest to not upset their non-clan neighbors, with whom they keep a casual trading relationship. Their camp is located in one of the least dense parts of the forests, where the strangler figs have wrecked havoc on the other trees, leaving hollow trees, tangled branches and little wood-made "caves" that the clan uses as dens, and to climb up to. Over the years, they adapted their mountain climbing skills into tree climbing skills, although a permanent camp up in the branches has been voted against on several occasions due to concerns of kittens falling down. Cats of PondClan and some neighbors have said that the clouded forest feels colder ever since CloudClan descended into it, as if they brought the mountain's chill on their backs.
Originally conquered the mountain peaks, the guard founded it after the stars led them to the the Mirror Pool's location, only told it would be the shrine of all clans, and hence, CloudClan became its first keepers. Then, they were the masters of high altitudes, low oxygen, scarce prey and long distance travels. However...the destruction of their camp at the claws and tears of the Sun forced them to flee down into the valley hundreds of moons. At the time, CloudClan had plans to return to the mountains, eventually, but now, generations later, that idea is seen as an impossible dream, or worse, a joke.
Nowadays, their territory spans the thickest parts of the cloud forest, nested amongst the mist and under the canopy, hidden from the Sun in most areas. All the way from the Grey Bridge, to the roughly edge of the trees wherever they feel is right, up to the northern riverbed. Their territory once spanned a few yards beyond the river, but they receded that conquest to not upset their non-clan neighbors, with whom they keep a casual trading relationship. Their camp is located in one of the least dense parts of the forests, where the strangler figs have wrecked havoc on the other trees, leaving hollow trees, tangled branches and little wood-made "caves" that the clan uses as dens, and to climb up to. Over the years, they adapted their mountain climbing skills into tree climbing skills, although a permanent camp up in the branches has been voted against on several occasions due to concerns of kittens falling down. Cats of PondClan and some neighbors have said that the clouded forest feels colder ever since CloudClan descended into it, as if they brought the mountain's chill on their backs.
ALLEGIANCES
GREATSTAR (she/her)
leader
EVERYONE LOVES HER SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG ESPECIALLY NOT NEPOTISM
STORMWATCHER (she/her)
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etc etc (pronouns/pronouns)
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info
leader
EVERYONE LOVES HER SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG ESPECIALLY NOT NEPOTISM
STORMWATCHER (she/her)
rank
info
etc etc (pronouns/pronouns)
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🌻 FLOWER CLAN
Originally shared the mountains with CloudClan, living lower down the mountain than the other clan, founded by the healer as it looked for the hardiest herbs in the territory. The clan name came about as "where the flowers start to grow" used to be the border between the two, but since CloudClan's descent, they've started to venture higher and higher, taking over what used to be CloudClan territory in recent times (since it seems that the other clan has no plans to ever go back to the peaks), even creating a secondary camp and specialized high altitude exploration patrols reserved for the top performing warriors. However, they suffered a great blow many moons ago, when a landslide decimated a mountain side, killing multiple warriors and injuring even more, believing it to be a punishment for their greed. High altitude patrols were paused while the clan recovered, and wouldn't be officially reactivated until Loststar's rule, although they had been unofficially going on for a few years before that.
On top of the mountains surface, FlowerClan has found cave access through cracks and openings on the earth, which is their most closely guarded secret, and some of their medicine involves minerals. While they're not used often, they were vital for the survival of many cats during the landslide. Later on, Loststar would implement official specialized cavern exploration teams as well, although, they existed previously on a less official manner for many generations before.
Their camp used to be out on the open, but after the landslide, it was relocated to a face of the mountain with several cave entrances, with some dens even being well inside the caverns.
Originally shared the mountains with CloudClan, living lower down the mountain than the other clan, founded by the healer as it looked for the hardiest herbs in the territory. The clan name came about as "where the flowers start to grow" used to be the border between the two, but since CloudClan's descent, they've started to venture higher and higher, taking over what used to be CloudClan territory in recent times (since it seems that the other clan has no plans to ever go back to the peaks), even creating a secondary camp and specialized high altitude exploration patrols reserved for the top performing warriors. However, they suffered a great blow many moons ago, when a landslide decimated a mountain side, killing multiple warriors and injuring even more, believing it to be a punishment for their greed. High altitude patrols were paused while the clan recovered, and wouldn't be officially reactivated until Loststar's rule, although they had been unofficially going on for a few years before that.
On top of the mountains surface, FlowerClan has found cave access through cracks and openings on the earth, which is their most closely guarded secret, and some of their medicine involves minerals. While they're not used often, they were vital for the survival of many cats during the landslide. Later on, Loststar would implement official specialized cavern exploration teams as well, although, they existed previously on a less official manner for many generations before.
Their camp used to be out on the open, but after the landslide, it was relocated to a face of the mountain with several cave entrances, with some dens even being well inside the caverns.
ALLEGIANCES
HEARTSTAR (he/she)
leader
EVERYONE LOVES HER SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG ESPECIALLY NOT CODEBREAKING
SOMETHINGSOMETHING (pronouns/pronouns)
rank
info
leader
EVERYONE LOVES HER SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG ESPECIALLY NOT CODEBREAKING
SOMETHINGSOMETHING (pronouns/pronouns)
rank
info
🌊 POND CLAN
Originally had the biggest territory, although only because they acted as such. The parent that founded it let its kits wander around, staking their claims to many spots, but never quite splitting the clan. They never actually claimed the entirety of the lower valley as theirs, but pretty much treated it as such, even if it was officially no one's land. Their official marked territory was along the shores of the lake, but even then they didn't officially claim the whole shore, so they couldn't actually contest the territory that CloudClan would descent to, allowing them to "take" a part of "PondClan's territory", even if that wasn't actually the case. However, the decision was never unanimously, with several cats through moons believing they should've fought and claimed the whole extense of the land they believed to be theirs. While there's never been a war over it, the tense sentiment lingers around PondClan, and sometimes flares up.
From the mountains of CloudClan and FlowerClan, the lake used to look like a pond during summer, hence the clan's name. Although, it can get bigger during the rainy season, even flooding as the rivers feeding it flood as well.
PondClan's current camp is located within viewing distance of the lake, where warriors sleep out in the open, or hidden in bushes and other natural growing plants, sometimes even up in tree branches. However, PondClan has had several camps over the years, and many of those are still in usable conditions. Cats are free to chose to spend their time in another one of those camps and dens, as long as they report to the main camp at least once per day for their duties.
Originally had the biggest territory, although only because they acted as such. The parent that founded it let its kits wander around, staking their claims to many spots, but never quite splitting the clan. They never actually claimed the entirety of the lower valley as theirs, but pretty much treated it as such, even if it was officially no one's land. Their official marked territory was along the shores of the lake, but even then they didn't officially claim the whole shore, so they couldn't actually contest the territory that CloudClan would descent to, allowing them to "take" a part of "PondClan's territory", even if that wasn't actually the case. However, the decision was never unanimously, with several cats through moons believing they should've fought and claimed the whole extense of the land they believed to be theirs. While there's never been a war over it, the tense sentiment lingers around PondClan, and sometimes flares up.
From the mountains of CloudClan and FlowerClan, the lake used to look like a pond during summer, hence the clan's name. Although, it can get bigger during the rainy season, even flooding as the rivers feeding it flood as well.
PondClan's current camp is located within viewing distance of the lake, where warriors sleep out in the open, or hidden in bushes and other natural growing plants, sometimes even up in tree branches. However, PondClan has had several camps over the years, and many of those are still in usable conditions. Cats are free to chose to spend their time in another one of those camps and dens, as long as they report to the main camp at least once per day for their duties.
ALLEGIANCES
DREAMSTAR (she/her)
leader
EVERYONE LOVES HER SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG ESPECIALLY NOT GOD WHERE DO I START
SOMETHINGSOMETHING (pronouns/pronouns)
rank
info
leader
EVERYONE LOVES HER SHES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG ESPECIALLY NOT GOD WHERE DO I START
SOMETHINGSOMETHING (pronouns/pronouns)
rank
info
OTHERS
⭐StarClan, the space after death for most clan cats. A reflection of the actual land below, closer to the non-anomalous land than to paradise, but the difference is hard to tell for cats. It's an idyllic place, always bathed in sunlight, where time seems to never pass except for the movement of the sun across the sky, however it always is daytime (dusk and dawn happen, but always stop and the sun never sets, going back to wandering across the sky). Spirits are free to roam, and usually, only spirits with some ties to the currently living cats get involved in affairs of the living, such as delivering prophecies, omens, visions, warnings, leader lives, and advice. Their wisdom comes from A Far, a place beyond the stars and beyond what the spirits of StarClan knows, from which ancient messengers and explorers of the beyond come. But they place their trust on it, listening to their words and signs, and interpreting them together, to pass the wisdom along to the living. They only communicate with leaders and healers, officially. Some spirits may reach out to other cats, either without approval of the rest of StarClan, or with StarClan agreement in specific circumstances.
☄️ While most cats that die end up in StarClan, some who've broken the code enough to incur the star's wrath, some who've committed unforgivable crimes, and those who fail the vibe check for whatever reason, may not be allowed in StarClan, and instead end up as ghosts, unable to communicate or ever be seen by the living. They may be able to influence the world in diminute ways, but it's usually frustratingly little. Still watched by StarClan, some attempt to redeem themselves by protecting and watching the living cats, in hopes that StarClan may forgive them and allow them to hunt alongside the stars some day.
🪵 Old tales tell of a fate even worse than being a fool, speaking of unlucky souls that wander into a Dark Forest. A place of nightmares and hidden away from all, even from StarClan's eyes. A twisting mountain forest, where the night never ends. Full of mist, chest deep water, uneven steep terrain. While exiting the forested area is possible, it's useless. There's nothing outside it. Spanning beyond the tree line, there's a barren, unending desert, devoid of color and warmth, an abandoned threat of what would've happened to paradise had its promise had been broken. But to most, this is just a story, a story that has waned with generations, as it seems that no one has been neglected by luck enough to find the path…And no one wants to seek it.
The clans aren't the only organzied clowders too, and they may run into rouges and wanderers. Some tales exist too, of the clancats meeting felines of drastically different claws...
⭐StarClan, the space after death for most clan cats. A reflection of the actual land below, closer to the non-anomalous land than to paradise, but the difference is hard to tell for cats. It's an idyllic place, always bathed in sunlight, where time seems to never pass except for the movement of the sun across the sky, however it always is daytime (dusk and dawn happen, but always stop and the sun never sets, going back to wandering across the sky). Spirits are free to roam, and usually, only spirits with some ties to the currently living cats get involved in affairs of the living, such as delivering prophecies, omens, visions, warnings, leader lives, and advice. Their wisdom comes from A Far, a place beyond the stars and beyond what the spirits of StarClan knows, from which ancient messengers and explorers of the beyond come. But they place their trust on it, listening to their words and signs, and interpreting them together, to pass the wisdom along to the living. They only communicate with leaders and healers, officially. Some spirits may reach out to other cats, either without approval of the rest of StarClan, or with StarClan agreement in specific circumstances.
☄️ While most cats that die end up in StarClan, some who've broken the code enough to incur the star's wrath, some who've committed unforgivable crimes, and those who fail the vibe check for whatever reason, may not be allowed in StarClan, and instead end up as ghosts, unable to communicate or ever be seen by the living. They may be able to influence the world in diminute ways, but it's usually frustratingly little. Still watched by StarClan, some attempt to redeem themselves by protecting and watching the living cats, in hopes that StarClan may forgive them and allow them to hunt alongside the stars some day.
🪵 Old tales tell of a fate even worse than being a fool, speaking of unlucky souls that wander into a Dark Forest. A place of nightmares and hidden away from all, even from StarClan's eyes. A twisting mountain forest, where the night never ends. Full of mist, chest deep water, uneven steep terrain. While exiting the forested area is possible, it's useless. There's nothing outside it. Spanning beyond the tree line, there's a barren, unending desert, devoid of color and warmth, an abandoned threat of what would've happened to paradise had its promise had been broken. But to most, this is just a story, a story that has waned with generations, as it seems that no one has been neglected by luck enough to find the path…And no one wants to seek it.
The clans aren't the only organzied clowders too, and they may run into rouges and wanderers. Some tales exist too, of the clancats meeting felines of drastically different claws...
ALLEGIANCES
THE BEAST
DARK FOREST
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SOMETHINGSOMETHING (pronouns/pronouns)
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DARK FOREST
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SOMETHINGSOMETHING (pronouns/pronouns)
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