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Post by Grave Walker on Jan 1, 2016 23:54:25 GMT
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THE LOST TRIBE
made by remi of rilla go! and adoxography
The Tribe of the Great Willow existed long before any clan did, and was one of the first tribes to ever form. This is well known in the Clan of Stone, for it is said that the warriors of stoneclan trace all the way back to the Great Willow, where their great great GREAT grandparents had parted from to form the original clans.
The legend goes on and on, repeated constantly so that the future generations of stoneclan never forget who truly brought life to our order. The Tribe of the Great Willow, our ancestors.
But nothing was ever mentioned about what became of our ancestors, the tribe. Not for many, many years. That is, until StarClan spoke to us a moon ago with unsettling news.
"The Stars above are in danger, for our ancestors are in trouble. If they are to die, so will our history, so will StarClan."
It goes without saying that such a prophecy has left many of us startled... and now, it is in up to us to find our tribal ancestors, and save them from the dangers that they are in. The first challenge? Finding them."
"The Black Ravens came long ago, and at first, they were peaceful. We did not mind sharing our massive territory with the group, even in the winter seasons there has always been plenty to share. But as time passed and we had more and more encounters with the recently formed rogue group, we began to realize that land was not the only thing they wanted in their claws.
They began to demand tolls from us, our prey. We complied at first, it is what the spirits would have wanted after all. But after we gave them prey, they wanted something much more valuable to us; our kits. This was too far, we had to fight this of course. But after going years without needing any real battle skills, facing a rogue group based around power and battle, we lost... horribly.
They took control of our camp. They took control of our territory. They took control of us. New rules were laid fourth, those who went against were hurt brutally, and the rest starved. It's been years now of this. We're unsure of how much more we can take, for the Great Willowers are a dying breed."
"We were lost, a mere wondering group of little kits before The Mother found us; a deep black, spotted cat much larger than one we had ever seen. She taught us the ways of the hunt and the forest, and taught us how to gain control, how to gain more numbers. It wasn't long before we were more than just a little rogue group. We grew to nearly an army, all under the control of the Mother. But she wanted us to aim for more, to settle down and claim our own lands... We wondered for moons, some dying on our travels, until we happened upon a tribe. The Tribe of the Great Willow.
It was almost TOO easy, taking the tribe. The Mother thought that we would have great difficult conquering them. As much as I hate to say it, she was wrong. They were weak. How does a tribe manage to survive for generations, yet not know how to properly defend themselves?
We've had control for many moons now, too many to count. Our numbers have grown, thanks to the tribe, who "gives" us their strongest kits. It is easy to maintain such power, and keep to our lands... but The Mother wants us to expand, and soon.
There is talk in the old tribe that more petty felines will come to save them. And oh how us Ravens hope this is true, for it only means there's more power to be gained.
If there's more to come, then we'll sit right here, comfortably waiting to strike...."
Saving the Tribe from the claws of the Mother and her Black Ravens is StoneClan's only hope at saving the Stars before they vanish forever... In the forests of Ravenfell, there is the Conquerers, the Prisoners, and the Warriors. Where do you stand?
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