The Channel of Ashclan, Shatteredsoul, gathered the little ones around her den. "Now listen, kits of my clan, and I will tell you the tale of how Ashclan came to be. " While the young kits were excited for this story, the weight of it showed on the Channel's face. "Long ago, we worshipped Starclan, a group of our ancestors who thought themselves better than all. Then, there were four clans! But we were not four good clans. We rebuked The Ancestors, calling them the spirits of the evil, condemning them to a horrible place called the Dark Forest." The small kits gasped at the suggestion that anyone could not follow The Ancestors. "The Ancestors," Shatteredsoul continued, "were very angry. First, they invaded Starclan, ending the cats there. Then, with the clans reeling from the shock of their lost gods, The Ancestors placed a curse upon the clans, taking the most capable of their cats away every night. Everything fell apart. "But I, and my best friend-who now is my deputy-formed a plan. We gave ourselves up to The Ancestors, and they helped us forge a new home. All the clans were gone, and the cats that were left came to us. Ashclan was formed! "For thirty moons, we lived under The Ancestor's rule. But some cats were not satisfied. They did not believe in The Ancestors. But they knew they could never defeat us without The Ancestor's strength, so they ran away. They called themselves Emberclan. For seven moons, they have been trying to survive. But without The Ancestors, they are doomed to perish. "When you become a warrior, you will prove your strength and loyalty by accepting an Ancestor as a second, lifelong mentor. That Ancestor will advise and train you in your dreams, as well as sometimes help you by entering your body. It is a noble thing, and I hope you will choose to honor the many who have sacrificed to keep you alive by following The Ancestors." The Channel's eye twitched, as if she almost didn't believe what she had said. The kits didn't notice. The kit's cheered and smiled, then left. The Channel's fake smile fell from her face, as a small tear rolled down her cheek. Elsewhere.... "Mother, why is Emberclan all alone? Isn't there another clan?" A small kit's eyes glimmered as he asked his mother. She paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "Would you like me to tell you the history of our clan?" Her tail wrapped around her kit protectively. The kit almost jumped up as he exclaimed "Yes!" With a squeak. "Well, only seven moons ago, there was just one clan. Ashclan. But bad cats, evil cats, control it. These cats used to be ignored. But now they force the clan to bow to them. These cats are dead, but they can posses-" "What does posses mean, Mommy?" "Well, it's when a dead cat controls a living cat's body. These bad cats could do that to any warrior in Ashclan. Anyway, we decided that the only way to be free from the evil cats was to run away." "Isn't running away a cowardly thing?" The small kit knew that warriors were brave, and he very much wanted to be a warrior. "Sometimes it isn't. That was one of those times. So. We came here in search of a better life." The older cat paused for a moment, an unreadable look on her face. "It is better, Mommy." The kitten reassured her. He worried for a moment, thinking that his mother regretted coming here. "Yes, but it's harder. However, we're free." A purr rose in her throat. "I like being free." The kit joined in her purr, cuddling close to the warmth of her fur. ── .✦[ Links ]✦.── ⟡The signups and main studio is here. [ ] ⟡Go here to read the lore and understand this RP. [ ] ⟡Then, if you want to join, check out the rules. [ ] Any questions you have can go there! ⟡We have many RP studios. Head to Ashclan [ ], Emberclan [ ], The Unclaimed Lands [ ], or even the Dark Forest, home of The Ancestors [ ]. ⟡Make sure to read the Clan Customs guide, where you can learn anything you need to know to roleplay accurately. [ ] ⟡And finally, read this to understand experience points, or exp, as well as how you accomplish tasks like fighting, hunting, and healing. [ ]
