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The fire raged through the forest, lapping at the cat's tail. He could hear screeches of agony and smell the burning flesh as the fire consumed cats around him. "Heatstar!" he heard a cat screech. Heatstar whipped around to see his mate, Willowfoot, and their two tiny kits struggling desperately to escape the flames. He bolted to them and snatched the smaller kit, turned, and ran. He could hear the crackling fire and the thudding footsteps of his mate. Suddenly, there was a screech, a thud, the one sound was missing. Heatstar stopped and whirled around. The fire caught up to him and scorched his soft fur. "Willowfoot? Willowfoot! No..." the body of his mate and one of his kits was already being consumed by the fire. He yanked up the smaller kit and sprinted away from the fire- and his mate. Tears filled his eyes; tears of sorrow and of burning smoke. As he reached the fallen tree that connected the lake to the island, he leapt onto the gathering island and scaled one of the trees. The little kit in his jaws thrashed furiously. Heatstar attempted to hold on to it, but it slipped, plummeting to it's death on the ground. He let out a wail of grief and kept climbing. Because he was a clan leader, cats let him pass until he was at the top of the tree. He perched there and surveyed the scene around him. The fire had reached the fallen tree and was spreading quickly toward the island. Cats who were unaccustomed to climbing slipped from the trees and crashed onto the ground, sometimes taking other cats with them. Dark clouds rolled over the sky and rain began to fall. The fire stopped spreading, but the the fallen tree was destroyed. Some cats gingerly climbed down to the ground, but others remained in the trees. Heatstar stayed tucked up in the tree, afraid to come down and see what remained of his kit- and his home. The rain grew worse and continued through the night and into the morning. Heatstar opened his eyes and had the courage to finally look around. He looked closely at the shore and saw that waves were coming onto the island, but not going back again. He rose to his feet and almost slipped, not caring about the delicate branches. "The island!" he shouted. "It's flooding!" Hearing his words, there was, at first, a moment of confusion, but as the other cats realized what was going on, utter chaos broke out. Cats scrambled to get themselves and their clanmates into the tops of the trees. As the water swirled, rising almost to the tops of the trees, Heatstar spotted a queen thrashing helplessly at the water. He dove into the water, heaving her onto the tree. Instead of struggling, he let himself sink. The grief was too much for the leader, and he knew what he needed to do...
The spirits of all of the leaders and medicine cats gave this prophecy:
"When the flaming sea
Has swallowed the land
And flickering waves subsided,
The eighth of the eight
Does hold your fate
In the stars
Their paws are guided.
On the eighth moon
At the eight den
Meet you all together
Bring all you can
To forge a Clan
To the warrior code
Let not the borders
Rule worthy hearts
Or territories divide you.
Let the one
Come from the Sun
See where we
Will guide you."
Since the events of the previous excerpt, the survivors decided to split up in pairs to search the twolegplace for cats. They will meet again at the eighth twoleg den from the Moonpool in 8 moons with as many cats that will join them to try and forge a new clan. Honeymask, Sunstar's daughter, was interpreted to be the one who would 'guide them'.
-No offensive language
-No god-modding; YOUR CHARACTER IS NOT IMMORTAL
-One cat per account
-If it's one-on-one, don't kill without permission plz and thank you ;)
-PLEASE don't roleplay until a manager has accepted you
-Remember- the warrior code disgraces a cat who kills another cat
-There are only eight survivors- the rest are gonna be rouges or kittypets till the new Clan gets together
-Don't rp in THIS STUDIO; its for sign-ups/ updates!
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-UPDATE: STOP TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO BE A (past) CLAN CAT! TOO MANY CATS "LEFT" THEIR CLANS! YA CAN JUST BE A ROGUE, YA KNOW!
8/8 (NO MORE!)
Name || Gender || Clan/ Group || Rank || Age (in moons) || Appearance || Personality (at least 2 good and 2 bad) || Mate || Kits || Other
Elder:72-110 Then you need to die
1 Week= 1 Rp Moon