Post by ADMINISTRATOR on Jun 7, 2010 1:05:23 GMT -5
((Everything in itallics was taken directly from Secrets of the Clans by Erin Hunter. We do not claim ownership of that material))
Every society has its beginning...
Many moons ago, the forest was a wilderness, untamed by territories. In the north lay sweeping moorland; in the south was dense woodland. On the edge of the trees, a tumbling river flowed out of a dark ravine.
Cats came into the forest. They were drawn by the soft rustlings of small creatures, shadows under the water, and the sudden commotion of birds' wings in the trees. These were not warrior cats. They lived in small groups, not yet Clans. There were no borders set down. And they fought constantly, fearful that prey might run out and that their overlapping territories were being threatened. It was a lawless, bloody time for the forest, and many cats died.
This is where we find ourselves today. Loners and kittypets have made their homes in the wilderness beyond Twolegplace, and they know not the trials and tribulations that are to come. Every cat looks after himself, his family, and friends; there is no mercy between enemies and no laws to govern the vicious-minded. Those who survive this time will find themselves, one day, in a battle that will alter the very fabric of feline civilization.
For now, however, surviving is the goal. Alliances will be formed and enemies will be made. Cats will die, kits will be born, and arguments will arise and be settled. A hard, troubling, but magnificent fate awaits those who survive.