Post by Ivory on Apr 10, 2008 18:33:43 GMT -5
Things within the land of WayClan continue as normal as any Clan's life should: Kits causing trouble or sleeping soundly in the nursery den. Apprentices humiliate themselves in an attempt to get noticed and hopefully become warriors. And the warriors, they look on and go about their duties to defend the sanctuary of their 'castle'.
But it wasn't always like this. Mottledstar built up the population of the Clan. Driving others out of the area to retain their land and create quite a vast empire. With the flourish of the seasons, prey and undergrowth thrived, so they could feed the Clan well and expand the camp so more dens could litter the area. That season more kit lined the nursery than ever had before. New hope redeemed the love that they had lost when harsh time were upon them. Still the winter was a tough one. Every available pair of paws were out hunting. As more Queens than usual lay curled around the growing kits.
The winter saw the loss of the old Mottledstar to Blackcough, giving way for the deputy to now take control. The path had already been laid, all she had to do was follow it. Once warmer weather came again, the kits who were now apprenticed worked hard to please the critical leader. She wanted to fulfill Mottledstar's dreams, so anything less than the best wasn't going to do.
Now the then apprentices are elers, having trained well under their mentors, passing on the traits to another generation. And the number of cats that bathed the warriors den had risen immensely, leaving the leader to just rest peacefully in retirement, over-looking the new leaders plans. She helps advise sometimes, but otherwise keeps herself to herself. The male she chose to now lead the Clan swayed her decision because of his noble heart. He may not have been the best looking, nor the strongest, fastest or best in anway, but she trusted him. She trusted him to wisely lead what was now known of as 'the castle of cats', and keep her new rules in place.
You see, with the blossoming population of WayClan, another rank has been put in place. The leader, with the deputy at their side promoted five warriors to the rank of Chief. They have proved themselves time and time again that they are worthy, and so perch with more importance and stature. Their Word, too, is heeded more than 'normal' warriors. Is this social turmoil, or the dawning of a new era?
But it wasn't always like this. Mottledstar built up the population of the Clan. Driving others out of the area to retain their land and create quite a vast empire. With the flourish of the seasons, prey and undergrowth thrived, so they could feed the Clan well and expand the camp so more dens could litter the area. That season more kit lined the nursery than ever had before. New hope redeemed the love that they had lost when harsh time were upon them. Still the winter was a tough one. Every available pair of paws were out hunting. As more Queens than usual lay curled around the growing kits.
The winter saw the loss of the old Mottledstar to Blackcough, giving way for the deputy to now take control. The path had already been laid, all she had to do was follow it. Once warmer weather came again, the kits who were now apprenticed worked hard to please the critical leader. She wanted to fulfill Mottledstar's dreams, so anything less than the best wasn't going to do.
Now the then apprentices are elers, having trained well under their mentors, passing on the traits to another generation. And the number of cats that bathed the warriors den had risen immensely, leaving the leader to just rest peacefully in retirement, over-looking the new leaders plans. She helps advise sometimes, but otherwise keeps herself to herself. The male she chose to now lead the Clan swayed her decision because of his noble heart. He may not have been the best looking, nor the strongest, fastest or best in anway, but she trusted him. She trusted him to wisely lead what was now known of as 'the castle of cats', and keep her new rules in place.
You see, with the blossoming population of WayClan, another rank has been put in place. The leader, with the deputy at their side promoted five warriors to the rank of Chief. They have proved themselves time and time again that they are worthy, and so perch with more importance and stature. Their Word, too, is heeded more than 'normal' warriors. Is this social turmoil, or the dawning of a new era?