Post by skittles & poison on Jun 19, 2010 1:24:45 GMT -5
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Cold rain sheeted down over the lands, thunder cracked above them as lightning parted the thick and clustered clouds. The sky was painted an ominous black, that nearly cast the land into nothing but an endless pit of darkness. They were running from something they could not escape. Small, rainwashed, shadows that were cast in a hue barely lighter than the air around them. Pools that created amber orbs were ripped with a strange tint of fear, as their forms huttled under a small overhang, their pelts brushing against eachothers. A tense truce had been reached among them, a hasty truce, forged in lightning and icey raindrops. They were cats who should not have met at all. A rouge from the shadow clan, cast out so cruely by his leader, forming a deep detest for his own clan, a female from the River clan, who had lost her faith in her leader when he killed her brother, and a Thunderclan male who had lost his chance to be leader only moons ago, he pledged that he would rule the lands some day, in place of the male who had unjustly taken his spot.
Their meeting during the fright of the violent storm would forge the formation of the stormclan. A clan bent on ruling over all the other, destroying the clans who had won their places through ways seen unjust by the stormclan founders. The clans have only just notice their existance. A clan that has been inhabited by rouges and loners alike. Some clan cats have even joined the ranks of this sudden threat. The clans had seen it all before. They ignored it, until the river clan leader went missing, the clan was shaken, confused, even after a new leader was chosen. The Medi cats cannot sleep soundly. Starclan has sent word of a great darkness that is to befall the land, one unlike any the cats have faced before. The unsettling battle that is forseen, will certainly be, the clans' darkest storm.
plot By; Poison