Aug 8, 2018 17:35:17 GMT
Post by Wendigo on Aug 8, 2018 17:35:17 GMT
pACK BACKSTORY; The quake
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A story told by Silverstone, a Dustpack elder.Silverstone sat high in the elders den, her favorite time was when she got to tell the story of the Quake that had destroyed the two clans and split into the three packs all the cats know, love, and hate today. Silverstone herself was in Dustpack, and she believed she should pass down some old tales to the young cats so they don't make the same mistakes their ancestors did. When they all settled down, kits and apprentices looked at her with curious eyes, and she started.
"There was once two clans that lives under Starclans rules, they loved their land, their cats, and the thrill of being a warrior. They lived together for many many moons, more moons than myself put together five times! Now, over time the clans became greedy in what they wanted, judgment clouded by this. Both clans wanted the entire forest to themselves and to run the others out, or to kill them off one by one. The clans started a war, acting like savages towards one another, it was a horrible time to be alive. Many died to useless bloodshed, many grew dark and power hungry, and even more stopped following the code and rule of Starclan."
Silverstone took a moment, all of the cats in front of her looked completely shocked by what she was saying. These times weren't much better, but they shouldn't be told such a thing just yet.
"Starclan sent messages to the medicine cats of the clan, back when they were still in communication with them. As you know, only the descendants of those medicine cats are blessed with the communication, and even then is so limited. But anyways, they were showing the cats what would happen if this continued, how the clans would split due to a deadly force. But nobody listened to them, and then it happened--"
One kit, a perky little one spoke up then, "What! What happened Silverstone!" Her tiny voice squeaked. An apprentice bat her on the head to shut her up so that Silverstone could finish.
"An earthquake, dear. The ground under your paws began to shake, the trees began to sway and tumble down like a twig being blown over. Then, the forest floor began to open, swallowing up what was around it, even some cats had fallen into those openings into the ground. And the cats of the clans panicked, an fled in multiple different directions to try and find safety from the rage of Starclan."
"And then the three packs were made! Right?" The same kit blurted out, certainly would make for a good member of the clan with a voice so loud and bold, that's what Silverstone though.
"Yes dear, that's how the three packs came to be. Cats with swiftness and wits made their way towards the twoleg place to the north, trying to escape the forest. That's Silverpack, following the brightest star in the night as their guide to safety. Then, Marrowpack, never go near their little ones, it's dangerous. They were the biggest cats, the strongest able to make their way to a cabin deep in the woods. Then us, Dustpack, we stayed with our leaders. It was the leader, deputy, and medicine cat of each clan that band together to save those who had stayed. Many couldn't move, either sickly, kittens, or elders like myself. We stayed here, loyal to those above us,"
Clearing her throat her eyes lifted, a few warriors look at her as she told her story, ah, she had told them when they were small as well, she could remember that. Though, Silverstone was not there when this happened, she had heard these from other elders, so who knew how much of it was really true or not...