Post by NAZE on Feb 17, 2013 3:15:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212] THE NEW WORLD A SANCTUARY, A HORROR, A RETURN. Every cat who was any cat ages ago knew of the great trek ; from the forest their ancestors originated within to the lake territories. They knew it just as well as they knew of the tale of Firestar, the great tom who was one of the most legendary things to happen to the forest regardless of what clan you were in. But eventually, most of it was lost to time and though the lake territories went untouched, it was ever evident that man was increasing his hold upon the world. Bottles floated down stream, plastic and other waste and the cats were left to adapt over the years. But, upon a Gathering one day to determine just want to do with two legs encroaching upon their territory not unlike the stories of their ancestors in the forest, their problems were seemingly solved in the wake of a roaring siren that lasted through the night and into the next day. Kits squealed and yowled at the unpleasant noise while the adults expressed their concern that the noise would only bring horror, and it seemed that every cat was pondering just what the sound was or better yet ; what was making it. But in the end, the noise stopped, and it seemed like over a few moons life continued as normal. In fact, far better than normal. Two legs seemed to of just disappeared from their territory, the waste ceased, and the thunderpath that was in operation ceased entirely. Better yet, as a year passed, grass seemed to sprout through the blacktop and the earth had eagerly begun to take back it's land. Without humans to interfere with things for so long, the trees seemed to grow taller, wider, and prey seemed to thrive like never before. It was all what any cat could call peachy keen, it was only when they spied a particularly odd piece of prey in Shadowclan that some began to question just what had happened when the siren sounded. At the Gathering, Shadowclan presented a rodent. Not just any rodent, but one that seemed smaller than most, quite young it would seem, and with a double tail sprouting at it's rear. Riverclan also shared news that their fish were larger than usual and some queens gave birth to miniscule kits that didn't live for but a few moments after birth. Odd things were occurring all around, but with prey flourishing, most resumed life as usual. Two years since , what they called, the Loud Yowl passed. Thunderpath getting more taken by the land and cats had less deformities in their births, eventually, it was all thought to be fairly normal. Unfortunately, within everything it was a patrol of cats in Windclan that saw two legs in odd clothing invading their territory. Afterwards, it didn't take long for every clan's situation to explode with horrible chaos. Hidden cage traps sprung on cats of each clan and all they could do was watch their clanmates be carried away by the two legs in hazmat suits. Barely a week later, cats were shot down in their territories like prey though the humans did not seem to do anything but stuff the felines into black bags to be destroyed like the radioactive animals they had turned out to be. The forest territories had grown far past any cat's imagination over the year, two legs making their dens and thunderpaths snaking about the territories, even parks and on the outskirts a nuclear plant had sprouted. One day, a nearly fatal incident occurred as the reactor released enough radiation for quite a few atomic bombs, causing every human to completely abandon their homes and it was a full on Chernobyl scenario in the place the cats called homes eons ago. Now, two years later, humans were surveying the wildlife in the radioactive zone ; which included the clan cats. Though the cats didn't know of what happened in the humanoid world, and only knew what they had to do to continue surviving ; flee. An emergency gathering later, the four clans decided that they should go back to the territory their forefathers left ; perhaps the land had changed, or it was not as bad as the elders had made it sound with their absurd tales. Naturally, some opposed to the idea but it was given little time to finalize as soon bark erupted into the lake territory. Dogs were sent to hunt the infected beasts, and the clans had no choice but to flee into the distance with the only map being the stories of their elders. Between cages, guns and dogs the clans had grown pathetically small and their journey didn't help their numbers. But once they had gotten to the mountains, the dog stopped and their chances of survival increased drastically. Yet their troubles were far from over even as they reached their new territories. There laid the original territories, but not as one would imagine. It was a post apocalyptic wasteland that was beginning to look more natural ; trees sprouting, nature reclaiming it's kingdom. Some territories even got to looking borderline normal, if a cat didn't count the vine shrouded building here or there.. In the heart of the radiation zone, with new territories and the clan drama itself. Everyone must be asking themselves ... HOW CAN I SURVIVE? |