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Pull up a chair and let me tell you a story. Pour a glass of milk. We'll be here a while. :milk:


Backstory | Summary


It's been thirteen years since the last Warrior books, and five years since the last great leaders passed. They have now become the five new powerful figures in Starclan (Bramblestar, Leafstar, Rowanstar, Reedstar and Harestar). Cats like Bluestar, Yellowfang, etc now don't have as much power as they used to, and no longer make shape the destinies of the Clans. Watching their homes get destroyed once again proved to be too much for the five leaders, and slowly, their judgement and sanity grew dimmer and dimmer. They became paranoid, angry. Starclan refuses to forgive what Monarchstar, Duststar and Pondstar allegedly did (all they really did was begin to doubt their religion and the power of Starclan). Leafstar and Harestar are a bit of an exception to the madness of the stars. They seem more hesitant about what the other leaders want to do, and they don't completely believe that it is right. Meanwhile Rowanstar and Reedstar are quite content with killing everyone and starting over fresh, while Bramblestar is quite torn, and honestly wishes to consult Firestar or Bluestar, or some long past leader of his clan, but the other leaders refuse his requests, purely out of stubbornness. The Darkforest plays very little part in this group, in terms of the events that will play through.

Seeing as this is the future, the Clans are fairly advanced, and have invented contraptions to make their lives easier, not to mention their medical advances. A lot has changed, which Starclan doesn't seem to like much either. Things that were taboo, like medicine cats and mating, are no longer an issue, and there is far less discrimination towards kittypets and loners.

There is also the additional rank of Prophets, who speak the word of Starclan, specifically the five leaders in power. One Prophet for every leader. While they have more vivid dreams and a stronger connection to Starclan than most medicine cats, they are not very skilled at interpreting them. They are not able to go through any training whatsoever, seeing as it's a totally new concept for the Clans, and they have no idea how to deal with such cats.




Backstory | 'Falling Stars'


It was nothing short of déjà vu when Thunderclan, Windclan, Riverclan and Shadowclan watched in horror as their territories were once again ravaged by twolegs. Cats could only sit in fear as their loud monsters cut away the land and drained their precious lake. Starclan could do nothing for the Clans, it was not their place to intervene; even the stars feared the twolegs. The last gathering on the last night by the lake territories, the air was so thick with tension and fear it was almost impossible to breath. It was decided that they were to leave, and seek safer ground.
"Staying here will kill us," Bramblestar mewed calmly, despite the situation.
"I know this is hard. But... we did this before. We can do it again!" Harestar continued, although he didn't sound very convinced.
"Anywhere's better than here," hissed Rowanstar, not even bothering to hid the anger and sorrow in his voice.
Reedstar flattened his ears, holding back tears as memories of his mate being crushed under a monster flooded back to him. "Starclan help us..."

The Clans traveled day and night, stopping only to eat and rest. They huddled together as the cold night seeped through their matted, wind-blown fur, for Starclan had offered them little guidance, and sent them wandering aimlessly through vast fields of abandoned twoleg crop that would not yield. Not even their starry ancestors had been able to predict these events, they could only watch helplessly as their children and grandchildren withered away. The Clans were all but lost, until they stumbled upon something that no cat thought was possible.

Not to anyone's surprise, it had been Squirrelflight, Thunderclan's deputy, that had somehow managed to launch herself down the steep ravine. It was her knack for adventure and the occasional disregard for her deputy duties that had resulted in her finding the very gorge in which Skyclan lived. At first, the four Clans were treated with hostility. Skyclan still hadn't forgiven them for banishing from the first territories, but once Bramblestar explained their situation, foolish feuds of the past were forgotten.
Leafstar granted the four clans peaceful passage, as well as and abundance of food and space to rest. The clans remained there for a moon, recovering, missing their homes, and never really getting used to the sparseness of the gorge. Still, they were incredibly grateful to have shelter and be around cats who could understand their pain, even if it had been the four clans who had caused Skyclan their greif in the first place.

But...

...It was a peace that shattered too soon. The rats came in a wave of black and brown pelts, seemingly swimming down the sides of the gorge like trout down a waterfall. They pushed through the ranks of the clans with ease. Leafstar screeched to attack, but stopped in her tracks when the rat held up it's forepaws and begged her to listen. The rat's sleek bodies drowned the camp in an ever-shifting sea of black. The one lone black figure stood out, his curved yellow teeth glistening in the moonlight as he spoke, to everyone's surprise. "Cat hurt us, no more, please. Fighting no more." he pleaded. Even though his voice was thick with and accent, and he speech was not quite correct, every cat halted in shock, unable to move. "Hairless creatures, they come! They bring yellow monsters, terrible noise. Terrible noise!" A wave of agreement seemed to pass through the sea of rats, and a chorus of angry, shrill squeaks filled the crisp night air. "We run, we run. You run too, cat don't have to die." With a wave of his tail, the rats pressed forward, snaking their way out of the gorge and into the forest, out of sight.

The cats were lost for words, eyes wide as full moons, bodies shaking in fear. Leafstar stood with her mouth agape, trying to move, but her body failing her. Harestar nudged her. "Come with us. Let's go, hurry."
There was barely enough time to say their goodbyes to the rocks and trees that made their home. Sure enough, the yellow monsters came, ripping open gashes in the ground, and tearing trees from their roots. You could almost hear the earth cry in agony. Leafstar ducked her head, leaning against Harestar of Windclan, her rage only making her eyes burn fiercely, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Many cats died before the real stretch of the journey had even begun. Either they were too exhausted, or it was sheer devastation and sorrow that claimed them in the end. Despite Bramblestar and Rowanstar's many attempts to 'inspire' the clans, their voices did nothing but add to the collection of sound that were the worried murmurs of the five clans, brought together once again through misery and loss. The wind rustled through the trees in agreement, the earth sighing like an old she-cat.

After yet another moon of horrid traveling, the clans simply stopped. Their pads were raw, their pelts were reduced to nothing but thick clumps of dull fur that sagged loosely from unnourished skin. Their ribs and spines showed easily, and their eyes were nothing short of bloodshoot. Every kit had passed on, and every queen had birthed nothing but dead bodies. There were no more elders, for cats of such age could not go long without food, rest, or most of all, hope. It was only their luck that they had given up just shy of the grove that lead into the lands where water and prey was plentiful. It took yet another rough tumble from Squirrelflight to find it, but the sandy deputy was lost for words when she did. The whole clan only stood in silence as they gazed down at the territory, completely awe-struck. That night, the cats slept together, curled close to each other as they waited for morning. It would be hard to get back into the usual rhythm of clan life, and all the scouting and patrols that would need to take place as soon as morning came would certainly take it's toll on the cats, but with a replenished hope and faith in their ancestors, the four leaders assured them that everything would be normal once more.

It turns out, they were right. Ten years later, the clans thrive among the great lakes and raging rivers that cut through the lands. Twolegs are the least of their problems, for they only come during Greenleaf, and even then, they don't stay for long, for the rivers prove too wild. The clans have learned a lot over the many seasons. Their advances in medical knowledge, as well as construction knowledge and battle strategy far exceeds that of the clans during the time of the second great journey. Bramblestar, Leafstar, Rowanstar, Reedstar and Harestar are the new generation of Starclan's wisest. They watch over the cats now, archaic leaders like Bluestar and Tallstar disregarded but never forgotten.

Little did the five Starcan leaders know that with the new advancement of their five clans, would come new ideas. Ideas they didn't quite like...
Duststar was the first to start doubting the power of Starclan. If they were oh-so-powerful, why did the let the world fall apart around them? Soon Monarchstar and Pondstar followed, wishing to create their own paths, and deviate from those Starclan had laid out for them. Destiny was a mouse-brained idea anyway, what happened to free will? Why should they rely on the judgement of ancient warriors long past? Being dead doesn't make a cat any wiser. For all they knew, they could be leading the clans to doom once again! When the five Starclan leaders caught wind of this, it was a quick death to the three that had defied them. Duststar, Monarchstar and Pondstar were lead to believe that it was their own carelessness that had brought them to their demise; little did they know what the five leaders of Starclan were plotting ever so quietly, setting their schemes into motion. Paranoid could easily describe them. Maybe even mad. Perhaps they were right after all, perhaps their deaths had not made them wiser. If anything, their deaths had made them darker.

Starclan is not what it once was. With many of the original ancestors fading away into nothingness, the five Starclan leaders now have the more power than ever. Like puppeteers, they will master the blue tides, and purge the clans of the 'sin' that the three burnt-out stars had brought upon them.

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moonflowerrs's avatar
This backstory is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I discovered this magical roleplay a few months ago. I thought it was cool and all, so I read the rules and such, made an app that failed, and reread the rules and such today. I read this backstory and now my determination to get into this group has won over....