Post by Falconwing on Jul 7, 2019 14:49:54 GMT -5
Okay so I have been wrestling with creating this for a while but at last I have done it! I am really hoping that this takes off, I had such a fun time creating it and am looking forwards to sharing it with all you crazy hooligans.
Here is a tad bit of info on it. Feel free to use my invite to join and check out the rest of it
discord.gg/baqdbcT
°●°History°●°
The Tribe of Falling Stones, Tribe of Shadowed Woods, and Tribe of White Winds were formed by three siblings Glacier, Thistle, and Lichen when the land was under the tyranny of a huge pack of wolves. Together they recruited cats to form three separate groups and set out to rid the land of the wolves. In the end they killed the wolves in Howling Pass by luring them there with dead prey and dropping boulders ontop of them. From there the three siblings decided to form the clans and devide the territories as equally as possible. The Tribe of Falling Stones claimed the mountains, The Tribe of Shadow Woods claimed to forests, and The Tribe of White Winds claimed the frozen tundra. Together they formed a code of honor to abide by so that the cats could have peace throughout the land.
◇Background & Lore◇
¤Mouse's Tale¤
"Greeting young ones, have you come for another story?" The old toms words were deep and gravelly, and though his eyes were clouded over, his hearing was still as sharp as ever.
"Yes Mouse, please tell us the story of the clans coming into being", the tiny kits voice was merely a squeek as it settled down with its siblings infront of the greyclaw.
"Ahhhh well be still and listen closely this is a good one", Mouse proceeded to lick his grey flecked jaw and shifted so he faced the kits.
"Many moons ago this land was ravaged by a large pack of wolves that roamed throughout land. Because their pack was so large they were always on the prowl in search of their next meal. The cats that lived within the three territories, which at the time was just one big territory, all lived in fear. With the wolves constantly sweeping through the land devouring everything in their path, prey quickly became scarce and it seemed as if the majority of cats died young never making it to a ripe old age. Sometimes whole families of cats were killed and eaten! If caught no one was spared." The old toms dramatic story telling had the kits infront of him wide eyed and pressing against each other in fear.
"One day a group of three young cats, siblings in fact, decided that for the good of all cats and land the wolves needed to be chased out. So together they plotted the packs demise and finally came up with a solution. They would need to band together with the other cats who lived around them and trick the wolves into following them into the mountains. From there they would lead the pack into a steep and narrow passageway between two mountains, where they would rid themselves of the wolves once and for all. Today we know this to be Howling Pass."
"So the three siblings: Glacier, Lichen, and Thistle separated ways to travel the land to recruit cats to help join their cause in ridding the land of the wolves. They vowed to return to where the river first forks in one moons time-"
Mouse was cut off but the outburst of one of the kits.
"Thats where all the clans go to gather on full moons!" The kits chest fur was puffed out proudly for having knowing this little tid bit of information.
"Yes Pebble, you are correct. Now no more interruptions so I can finish the story in time for my mid morning nap" the old greyclaw gave the kit and accurate ear cuff before continuing on with his story.
"Glacier, a large brute of a tom chose to search in the moutains for cats to aid in their cause. Lichen, a shecat who apparently had enough beauty to even make the wolves question eating her. She chose to travel into the tundras to find cats, and Thistle, the youngest sibling and spikey furred tomcat went into the forests to find cats."
"Those were the first clan leaders!" Poor Pebble just couldn't help himself and chimed in once again earning him a silent yet intense glare from Mouse. "Sorry", flattening his tiny ears the kit closed his mouth and allowed the greyclaw to continue.
After a full moon of searching the siblings had managed to form three small but strong groups. Cats who were willing to do whatever it took to keep their families and selves safe from the ever present dangerous wolves. Together they devised a plan to lure the wolves into the narrow passage in the mountains with dead prey.
"Once the wolves went deep enough into the mountain pass, the cats waited for them to start eating before they pushed huge boulders down from the top of the pass. The boulders crashed down the mountain landing on the wolves crushing them to death as they howled their last howls. Finally liberated from ravenous wolves Glacier, Lichen, and Thistle formed The Tribe of Falling Stones, The Tribe of White Winds, and The Tribe of Shadow Woods. Then they devided the territorys as equally as possible." Mousetail then leaned in close to the kits and lowered his voice. "But some cats say that on the night of a full moon you can still hear the deathly howls of the wolves echoing through Howling Pass."
Little did the kits know that Petal who had been sleeping behind them woke up to hear the last of the story and just as Mouse wrapped up his story the old queen released a spooky howl. Fear struck the kits causing them to leap into the air, fur fluffed out, and when they landed back on the ground the raced out of the greyclaws den and back to the nursery where they belonged. The two greyclaws couldnt help but erupt in laughter as they watched the kits scurry back to their mother as fast as their little legs could carry them.
Here is a tad bit of info on it. Feel free to use my invite to join and check out the rest of it
discord.gg/baqdbcT
°●°History°●°
The Tribe of Falling Stones, Tribe of Shadowed Woods, and Tribe of White Winds were formed by three siblings Glacier, Thistle, and Lichen when the land was under the tyranny of a huge pack of wolves. Together they recruited cats to form three separate groups and set out to rid the land of the wolves. In the end they killed the wolves in Howling Pass by luring them there with dead prey and dropping boulders ontop of them. From there the three siblings decided to form the clans and devide the territories as equally as possible. The Tribe of Falling Stones claimed the mountains, The Tribe of Shadow Woods claimed to forests, and The Tribe of White Winds claimed the frozen tundra. Together they formed a code of honor to abide by so that the cats could have peace throughout the land.
◇Background & Lore◇
¤Mouse's Tale¤
"Greeting young ones, have you come for another story?" The old toms words were deep and gravelly, and though his eyes were clouded over, his hearing was still as sharp as ever.
"Yes Mouse, please tell us the story of the clans coming into being", the tiny kits voice was merely a squeek as it settled down with its siblings infront of the greyclaw.
"Ahhhh well be still and listen closely this is a good one", Mouse proceeded to lick his grey flecked jaw and shifted so he faced the kits.
"Many moons ago this land was ravaged by a large pack of wolves that roamed throughout land. Because their pack was so large they were always on the prowl in search of their next meal. The cats that lived within the three territories, which at the time was just one big territory, all lived in fear. With the wolves constantly sweeping through the land devouring everything in their path, prey quickly became scarce and it seemed as if the majority of cats died young never making it to a ripe old age. Sometimes whole families of cats were killed and eaten! If caught no one was spared." The old toms dramatic story telling had the kits infront of him wide eyed and pressing against each other in fear.
"One day a group of three young cats, siblings in fact, decided that for the good of all cats and land the wolves needed to be chased out. So together they plotted the packs demise and finally came up with a solution. They would need to band together with the other cats who lived around them and trick the wolves into following them into the mountains. From there they would lead the pack into a steep and narrow passageway between two mountains, where they would rid themselves of the wolves once and for all. Today we know this to be Howling Pass."
"So the three siblings: Glacier, Lichen, and Thistle separated ways to travel the land to recruit cats to help join their cause in ridding the land of the wolves. They vowed to return to where the river first forks in one moons time-"
Mouse was cut off but the outburst of one of the kits.
"Thats where all the clans go to gather on full moons!" The kits chest fur was puffed out proudly for having knowing this little tid bit of information.
"Yes Pebble, you are correct. Now no more interruptions so I can finish the story in time for my mid morning nap" the old greyclaw gave the kit and accurate ear cuff before continuing on with his story.
"Glacier, a large brute of a tom chose to search in the moutains for cats to aid in their cause. Lichen, a shecat who apparently had enough beauty to even make the wolves question eating her. She chose to travel into the tundras to find cats, and Thistle, the youngest sibling and spikey furred tomcat went into the forests to find cats."
"Those were the first clan leaders!" Poor Pebble just couldn't help himself and chimed in once again earning him a silent yet intense glare from Mouse. "Sorry", flattening his tiny ears the kit closed his mouth and allowed the greyclaw to continue.
After a full moon of searching the siblings had managed to form three small but strong groups. Cats who were willing to do whatever it took to keep their families and selves safe from the ever present dangerous wolves. Together they devised a plan to lure the wolves into the narrow passage in the mountains with dead prey.
"Once the wolves went deep enough into the mountain pass, the cats waited for them to start eating before they pushed huge boulders down from the top of the pass. The boulders crashed down the mountain landing on the wolves crushing them to death as they howled their last howls. Finally liberated from ravenous wolves Glacier, Lichen, and Thistle formed The Tribe of Falling Stones, The Tribe of White Winds, and The Tribe of Shadow Woods. Then they devided the territorys as equally as possible." Mousetail then leaned in close to the kits and lowered his voice. "But some cats say that on the night of a full moon you can still hear the deathly howls of the wolves echoing through Howling Pass."
Little did the kits know that Petal who had been sleeping behind them woke up to hear the last of the story and just as Mouse wrapped up his story the old queen released a spooky howl. Fear struck the kits causing them to leap into the air, fur fluffed out, and when they landed back on the ground the raced out of the greyclaws den and back to the nursery where they belonged. The two greyclaws couldnt help but erupt in laughter as they watched the kits scurry back to their mother as fast as their little legs could carry them.
