Post by Quicksilver on Apr 7, 2015 15:33:28 GMT -5
A/N (Author's Note): Hi! I’m QuickSilver and this is my Warrior Cats story!
Before we get started, no flames! They are not welcome and will be ignored! Unless it’s a nice flame, but still, I don’t like flames. Constructive criticismwelcome! (Force of habit because of FF.net, I'm posting it here, because it's faster.)
Sur le chapitre !
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Prologue: The Time Before
There once was a time before the modern Clans (and even StarClan) existed
. There were two super Clans. One was the Elemental and one was the Eternal. The Elemental Clan had eight Elements that they could wield. Light, Darkness, Fire, Ice, Water, Energy, Wind (or Air) and Stone (a name for both Nature and Earth which are two separate divisions).
The Eternal Clan was a band of cats that did not have Elements, but instead could live as long as they liked. They were an odd race, as they had odd powers, such as telling the future, reading minds and manipulating objects with their minds. They could also make special herbal brews and are foretold to conjure up objects that weren't real or converse with other animals.
These two super Clans were at peace for many moons until a foul sickness rose up, killing many on both sides. This sickness was the very same that caused a rift in the friendship between said Clans. They bickered across the barriers until a cat started it. Afore mentioned cat killed another on the opposite side, defying the rules, the tenets that were so carefully set in place. At the meeting at every full moon, from moonrise to moonset, a fight had broken out, and many cats from both sides had perished.
From then on, both sides were vigilant, until another fight happened at the border. The already tense Clans blamed each other until both Clans planned an assault on the same day. Blood was spilled until the leaders from both sides were slain.
The second in commands realized that if this went on, then there would not be any cats to carry on the legacy of both Clans. They agreed on a truce after the battle, and promised to never turn their powers against one another.
The rift was healed overtime, but both Clans saw that their easy life in peace would be hard to achieve again. Other things, dangerous things that the cats dare not investigate, festered deep in the forest.
To be continued...
Translations:
Sur le chapitre ~ On with the chapter!
Before we get started, no flames! They are not welcome and will be ignored! Unless it’s a nice flame, but still, I don’t like flames. Constructive criticismwelcome! (Force of habit because of FF.net, I'm posting it here, because it's faster.)
Sur le chapitre !
*
Prologue: The Time Before
There once was a time before the modern Clans (and even StarClan) existed
. There were two super Clans. One was the Elemental and one was the Eternal. The Elemental Clan had eight Elements that they could wield. Light, Darkness, Fire, Ice, Water, Energy, Wind (or Air) and Stone (a name for both Nature and Earth which are two separate divisions).
The Eternal Clan was a band of cats that did not have Elements, but instead could live as long as they liked. They were an odd race, as they had odd powers, such as telling the future, reading minds and manipulating objects with their minds. They could also make special herbal brews and are foretold to conjure up objects that weren't real or converse with other animals.
These two super Clans were at peace for many moons until a foul sickness rose up, killing many on both sides. This sickness was the very same that caused a rift in the friendship between said Clans. They bickered across the barriers until a cat started it. Afore mentioned cat killed another on the opposite side, defying the rules, the tenets that were so carefully set in place. At the meeting at every full moon, from moonrise to moonset, a fight had broken out, and many cats from both sides had perished.
From then on, both sides were vigilant, until another fight happened at the border. The already tense Clans blamed each other until both Clans planned an assault on the same day. Blood was spilled until the leaders from both sides were slain.
The second in commands realized that if this went on, then there would not be any cats to carry on the legacy of both Clans. They agreed on a truce after the battle, and promised to never turn their powers against one another.
The rift was healed overtime, but both Clans saw that their easy life in peace would be hard to achieve again. Other things, dangerous things that the cats dare not investigate, festered deep in the forest.
To be continued...
Translations:
Sur le chapitre ~ On with the chapter!