Post by Bird on Feb 4, 2012 20:01:16 GMT -5
It was a fairly normal day for the Clans. Warriors were hunting in the territory and sharing tongues in camp, kits were frolicking in the nursery, apprentices were grumbling about cleaning nests, and elders were grumbling about the inferiority of their bedding.
But they were unaware that, by the river, two cats stood facing each other, eyes burning in the daylight. One was a huge red she-cat with brown tabby stripes and amber eyes, and the other was a lithe blue-gray tom with light green eyes.
"Bird. It's been so long," greeted the tabby, spitting out the words as if they were deathberries.
"It has, hasn't it, Denanelle?" mewed Bird, a slight smile appearing on his face.
Denanelle snarled, unsheathing her claws, and whispered, fury blazing in her tone, "We do this together, and then we fight. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Then let's get going."
The two stalked forward, hardly making a sound as they brushed through the undergrowth. After a few moments, they stopped in their tracks, and Bird muttered something under his breath.
"Now."
They charged, muscles rippling as they sprinted into the Clan camp. Warriors yelped and circled the nursery, but Bird and Denanelle easily got past them, ripping at their fur and sending them tumbling into the brambles. They scrambled to their feet, running back towards the rogues, and Denanelle hastily grabbed a kit's scruff in her jaws. The cats skidded to a halt.
"Lay a paw on us, and we'll tear this kitten apart like it was nothing!" shouted Denanelle.
They backed away, helpless. Bird sighed and mewed smoothly, "We've come to put a stop to what the Clans have done to us. In other words, we are taking over."
***
Things progressed quickly for the Clans after that. Bird, Denanelle, and a group of other rogues held them at mercy and broke them up into rogue-like roles. Their two-part names became one-part names, and they no longer were divided into four Clans with different territories. Rather, they lived together, but formed alliances (usually consisting of four to six cats) within themselves. Those alliances were like mini-Clans with no boundaries. They fought at times, especially if there were rivalries between alliances, and the ranks were similar, but had different names. Kits are still called kits, apprentices are called "cadets," and warriors are called "combatants." Mentors are called "gurus." The leaders of alliances don't have as big a job as Clan leaders did; they only organize battles and such. And each alliance has a den, which can be in the old Clan camp ruins, the pine grove, or at the river. The alliances don't believe in StarClan anymore, and though it once existed, it has given up on the cats. Now, every cat goes to the Dark Forest when they die.
After things were determined, Bird and the others took down Denanelle and her alliance.
But they were unaware that, by the river, two cats stood facing each other, eyes burning in the daylight. One was a huge red she-cat with brown tabby stripes and amber eyes, and the other was a lithe blue-gray tom with light green eyes.
"Bird. It's been so long," greeted the tabby, spitting out the words as if they were deathberries.
"It has, hasn't it, Denanelle?" mewed Bird, a slight smile appearing on his face.
Denanelle snarled, unsheathing her claws, and whispered, fury blazing in her tone, "We do this together, and then we fight. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"Then let's get going."
The two stalked forward, hardly making a sound as they brushed through the undergrowth. After a few moments, they stopped in their tracks, and Bird muttered something under his breath.
"Now."
They charged, muscles rippling as they sprinted into the Clan camp. Warriors yelped and circled the nursery, but Bird and Denanelle easily got past them, ripping at their fur and sending them tumbling into the brambles. They scrambled to their feet, running back towards the rogues, and Denanelle hastily grabbed a kit's scruff in her jaws. The cats skidded to a halt.
"Lay a paw on us, and we'll tear this kitten apart like it was nothing!" shouted Denanelle.
They backed away, helpless. Bird sighed and mewed smoothly, "We've come to put a stop to what the Clans have done to us. In other words, we are taking over."
***
Things progressed quickly for the Clans after that. Bird, Denanelle, and a group of other rogues held them at mercy and broke them up into rogue-like roles. Their two-part names became one-part names, and they no longer were divided into four Clans with different territories. Rather, they lived together, but formed alliances (usually consisting of four to six cats) within themselves. Those alliances were like mini-Clans with no boundaries. They fought at times, especially if there were rivalries between alliances, and the ranks were similar, but had different names. Kits are still called kits, apprentices are called "cadets," and warriors are called "combatants." Mentors are called "gurus." The leaders of alliances don't have as big a job as Clan leaders did; they only organize battles and such. And each alliance has a den, which can be in the old Clan camp ruins, the pine grove, or at the river. The alliances don't believe in StarClan anymore, and though it once existed, it has given up on the cats. Now, every cat goes to the Dark Forest when they die.
After things were determined, Bird and the others took down Denanelle and her alliance.
