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Many moons ago, the Clans were suddenly wiped out, leaving the forest unclaimed and untamed. Generations later, StarClan proved that they hadn't abandoned their descendants by tasking four young cats with restoring balance to the forest. Now it's up to Sproutstar, Shadestar, Blazestar, and Shiverstar to bolster warriors out of loners and Clanmates out of kittypets. Despite sharing the names of the Clans of old, it's a brave new world for these four cats and their budding Clans. Will they survive, thrive, or die trying?

- Newly established
- Origin of the Clans
- No specific word count
- Bi-monthly events
- Age-up guidelines for Clan cats
- NPC recognition in demographics
- Custom drawn avatars

The bear grumbled. Not that this was anything new. She grumbled over most situations, including ones that made her happy, but this was a lot of climbing. Paw for giant paw, the sow clambered the high steps of the woodland's tower, side stepping the blue roses and their snagging thorns. She huffs and snorts, sides heaving as she ascends to the zenith. Her fur was brown once, but now she's coated in yellow pollen that catch the sunlight through the windows, gleaming and shining like pieces of star.

The great bell resting at the peak is silent. The tower itself is not. A furious buzzing echos through the stone walls, so loud and alive that it vibrates in the sow's marrow. Her skeleton shudders, the muscles in her powerful back twitch, and her terrible teeth itch. Still she climbs, swaying her head, breath rasping over the flower bundle in her maw.

Squish. Squelch. Splat.

Her paws come upon thick, sticky, golden puddles that ooze between her toes. Another grunt, this one more pleased. She was nearing the roost, and this torturous climb would end. Closer and closer until, finally, the activity reaches a fever pitch. The air thrums with insect wings, and honey drips from the walls...

She pokes her head into the chamber. A clumsy creature bounces off her skull-- another off her shoulder. They blunder about the empty space and grasp at the pollen on the bear, twitching their long antenna. They filter in and out of the open windows, making no effort to conceal themselves. They're very visible from below, where the King Akira watches with a scrunched muzzle. 

The bear herself simply yawns, lies down in the center, and falls asleep.

A sleek black and grey form slipped through the foliage as it moved around the border of the territory. Ranach moves to a halt, gaze sweeping across the area that laid before him. He wondered if a patrol wasn’t nearby or if any wolves were around in general. The male was tired of traveling and he finally wanted to settle down with a pack. He found this territory and with it being the closest to him he figured he would give it a try and see if they would accept him. For so long Ranach had never wanted the pack life, enjoying the freedom he got with not having authority and other pack members to worry about. But after so long he grew lonely and tired of the constant day to day moving, he wanted to just finally settle down and call somewhere home. Finally the male grew tired of waiting and he tipped his head back andlet out a long howl. He was trying to alert the pack of his presence in hopes of them finally finding him.

It had been a lengthy period of time since Tyrg had last eaten. He could normally stay his hunger well, but this time he waited too long. He slowly moved his large, lumbering body, smelling the air occasionally with his long forked tongue. Despite the discomfort of his hunger pangs, he managed to find some comfort in the weather, with it being neither too hot nor too cold. His lumbering about came to a stop though when he picked up a scent. Venison. He thought to himself. Cautiously, he followed the scent hoping to find food, and luckily enough he did. A male Elk, standing in place in a small clearing, eating at a fern, unaware of Tyrg’s presence. Tyrg slowly moved towards the elk before he stepped on a fallen branch, cracking it under his weight. The elk quickly looked at Tyrg, made eye contact and started to run to run. As soon as Tyrg was found out he bolted at the elk, his large frame going from slow, quiet, and lumbering, to quick, loud, and deadly within a matter of seconds. Tyrg quickly snapped at the rear of the elk, his serrated jaws tearing into it and stopping it in place. He whipped his head around trying to kill or incapacitate the struggling elk. It took a few minutes but eventually the elk went unconscious or died. Just to be certain he crushed the elk in his large jaws before swallowing it whole. Now tired and with a full belly, Tyrg lied down to rest and let his food digest.

And I've never been to Mars
But I've traveled around this world
Shooting fireworks and falling stars, and prison bars


Afua thought that he'd grown weary of traveling, and had often wanted to rest. Now that it was done and he was free to rest, he was weary of sitting still. It seemed what ever he did or where ever he went he wanted to do something else and be some where else. The burn wounds on his leg were tight and painful whether he was moving or not, but he did grow tired and sore quickly when he went on walks these days. 

He lay next to a still pool and looked into the water, it was clear and looked refreshing but he had never been a water lover. Where he came from it was as likely to find a croc in it as not... This water was transparent and seemed pleasant enough but still he only looked. He didn't even know if water would ease wounds, what kind of idiot would he look like to climb into the pool only to find that it did nothing, or made it worse.

He heaved a deep sigh and rolled on his side, wondering where his brother had gone off to. He'd told the small and strangely clad wolf that let him into Gemini that he would be useful, and he did intend to keep his word. At the moment though, he just wanted his thoughts to stop plaguing him and his leg to feel mildly better.